As the sword rushed toward Li Qingyun's neck, a protective formation suddenly flared to life. A sharp clang echoed across the arena as the blade was abruptly halted in midair.
Li Qingyun staggered back several steps before sitting down heavily. Cold sweat trickled down his neck as the realization of how close he had come to death settled in.
A moment later, the arena spirit announced in a cold, mechanical voice: "Yan Feng vs Li Qingyun. Yan Feng wins."
Han Leu turned toward Lin Xiaotian, shock clearly visible in his eyes. "Is… is that a Heaven-tier circulation art, Sect Master?"
Lin Xiaotian gave a vague smile. "Maybe, Elder Han."
Yet inwardly he was just as surprised. He had not expected Han Leu to recognize the technique's true rank so easily.
Shifting his gaze across the arena, Lin Xiaotian noticed that many disciples had already finished their rounds.
His eyes soon landed on Shen Yue Yao and Ciao Xiaoshan.
