King of Assassins

"Handsome, so handsome!"

"What kind of godly appearance is this..."

"My husband is way too handsome!"

"I want to lick..."

For the first time, female viewers on the Battle Net saw someone with such high looks and went crazy over Gao Xuan.

The male viewers reacted a bit better, mostly shouting "Damn, damn."

"Where the hell did this guy pop up from..."

"How many hundreds of times is this beauty filter turned on?"

Everyone who saw Gao Xuan for the first time couldn't help but be shocked by his appearance. Even with Gao Xuan's eyes closed, no one noticed the flaw in his eyes.

Ordinary people could only see Gao Xuan's looks, experts could sense Gao Xuan's spirit, and the strong could observe Gao Xuan's state of mind.

Gao Xuan had reached near perfection on every level of life. All wise beings could feel this beauty.

"He seems even more handsome."

Song Fei lamented, "Seeing Gao Xuan makes me realize how lacking my language is and how shallow my understanding of beauty is."

Qin Rong also looked at Gao Xuan, infatuated, "To spend a night with him would make this life worth it."

The two older beauties spoke without reservation, making Qin Jian and Zhou He on the side feel a bit awkward.

Qin Jian was fine; he had always been cold and proud about looks and didn't care much.

Zhou He, however, always prided himself as a gentleman as gentle as jade, with great importance on appearance. Throughout his life, he had been praised for being handsome and elegant. He was quite confident in his looks.

Compared to Gao Xuan, his confidence took a severe blow.

Zhou He's smile faded; a slightly dark thought arose in him: It'd be best if Liu Po stabs this pretty boy's face with a sword! He doesn't even wear armor.

The audience didn't think so much, to them, beauty was all that mattered. Gao Xuan's snow-white sword robe fluttered as he held a sword. He couldn't look more dashing.

The referee was quite diligent and confirmed once more with Gao Xuan about the armor issue. The referee also checked Gao Xuan's sword. According to the special instructions from the committee, Gao Xuan could only use the specially designated sword for the competition.

The sword was fine; it was the event's standard-issue sword artifact. Liu Po, on the other hand, used his own sword. Although it wasn't a special sword artifact, it was superior to the standard sword in every way.

This was the unspoken rule. Liu Po had various invisible privileges.

Once the referee confirmed there were no issues with Gao Xuan, he announced that the competition officially began.

Liu Po wore deep red full-body armor, with two large black ancient Chinese characters "Chang'an" engraved on his chest. The characters were ancient, simple, yet majestic.

Liu Po drew his longsword, twirled it with a flourish, and then saluted with the sword, "Brother Gao, please teach me."

Gao Xuan also saluted in return with his sword, "Please."

Liu Po habitually wanted to tease a bit, but Gao Xuan's gentle and continuous Sword Intent pressed on him, making it impossible to contain the power of the Marriage Robe Divine Skill hidden within him.

Marriage Robe Divine Skill was special; its own Source Power was extremely pure. Combined with Liu Po's own Source Power, it elevated his total Source Power more than twice over.

Liu Zhong even left a profound mysterious consciousness in Liu Po's spirit sea, guiding him in using the power of the Marriage Robe Divine Skill. This was equivalent to Liu Zhong teaching Liu Po to use the divine skill hand by hand.

Under the guidance of this consciousness, Liu Po quickly adapted to the surge of power.

He pointed his longsword at Gao Xuan, the sword edge trembling slightly, making a sound like a howling gale. It was precisely the Liu family's ancestral Great Wind Sword.

The essence of the Great Wind Sword wasn't in harnessing wind-elemental Source Power, but in seizing the general trend and going with the flow. This swordsmanship seemed robust and grand, yet its core was unpredictable and agile.

Liu Po, smart and nimble from a young age, had already grasped the essence of the Great Wind Sword early on. But he was simply too young to understand the concept of going with the flow deeply.

Normally, this wasn't a significant problem. The Great Wind Sword was enough for Liu Po to contend with peers. But when he encountered Gao Xuan, he suddenly realized how far behind he was.

Fortunately, with Liu Zhong's help in cheating, Liu Po, feeling the overwhelming Source Power within, felt massively boosted in confidence. He truly wanted to say to Gao Xuan that this sword strike could kill him!

Unfortunately, on the highly watched competition stage, he couldn't say such things. He could only mutter to himself and secretly enjoy it.

Liu Po's Sword Momentum was getting thicker and heavier, like an endless long wind howling behind him, sweeping with the Nine Heavens momentum.

The majestic Sword Momentum of the Great Wind Sword Hero, though concealed, had already dominated the entire arena.

The million-strong live audience felt the mighty presence of the Great Wind Sword, as if the wind was rising and the clouds were flying.

Originally, there were eight groups competing on the field at the same time. At this moment, all the audiences were drawn to Liu Po's Sword Momentum, involuntarily turning their gaze towards him.

In front of Liu Po, Gao Xuan stood elegantly like an immortal. Yet under the vast Great Wind Sword, he seemed like a drifting leaf, as if he could be swept away by the wind at any moment.

The gap in Sword Momentum between them was evident. Because Gao Xuan was too handsome, it made the audience regret even more.

Spectators without a stance naturally hoped Gao Xuan would win. But Liu Po's Great Wind Sword held a definite advantage, leaving Gao Xuan with no chance of victory.

Especially the female viewers; many held their breath, anxiously worried. Just based on Liu Po's lazy demeanor, he wasn't even fit to be Gao Xuan's sidekick. How could he deserve to beat Gao Xuan?

But the gap in Sword Momentum was too significant; even those not skilled in swordsmanship could see that Gao Xuan was in big trouble.

Ordinary viewers were surprised; the experts watching were even more shocked.

Song Fei widened her eyes in disbelief, murmuring, "No way, no way, this Source Power intensity has already exceeded a million, right..."

For a Silver Sword Hero, a million degrees of Source Power was the limit. Crossing a million degrees was already close to the Golden Threshold.