NOVEL NEXT Yunyu gives her Cold Star Siderite to Wushan.
With a flash, a dark siderite shows up next to the Cold Spring of Heavenly Pond in Wushan’s hand.
Looking at Ji Yunting, Wushan says: “Well, now that we have all the stakes here, shall we start now?”
Unexpectedly, Ji Yunting holds out his hand slowly once again. “Wait!”
Wait for what? Wushan is so angry that he almost curses out loud.
However, he at least remembers that numerous players are watching so he can’t afford to disgrace himself.
“What else do you want? You are not trying to put off the duel since you don’t want it anymore, are you?” Wushan says out loud.
Looking up at the sky, Ji Yunting gives Wushan a meaningful smile.
Since he is good-looking, plus his status as a game guru, it makes those girls feel like their hearts have no space for others forever.
Standing among the crowd, Ah Zhao hears restrained screams from those girls and exclaims to cotton candy: “I think I’m no match for the male lead in terms of acting pretentiously.”
You’d better quit it since the male lead already sees through you. Cotton candy thinks.
It says, reserved: “Host, I think you should muster the courage to be your true self. You are beautiful and cute. You don’t have to act like an aloof beauty. That must be tiresome.”
Ah Zhao refuses immediately: “Impossible. That absurd skill in the last world have me restrained the whole time. I have to act pretentiously as often as I want in this world!”
Thus, cotton candy goes back to silence.
It thinks it might have to go off line for a while once its host learns about the truth.
Let the male lead worry about how to make her happy.
On the top of the mountain, Ji Yunting looks into Wushan’s murderous eyes and says slowly: “I just want to tell you in advance. Don’t feel too bad about yourself if you lose later.”
With a slight smile, he adds: “After all, it won’t be a disgrace defeated by me.”
Wushan is so angry inside that he is actually calm on the surface.
Pretend all you want since it’s the only chance you are left to pose as a hero in mere empty talk. He thinks.
Then he says as he puts on a fake smile: “Thank you for your kindness, A Sword from the West. I return that to you. Shall we begin now?”
Thinking that he has said all there is to be said, A Sword from the West puts the two items into the stake column and approves the duel when Wushan almost strikes immediately.
Spinning his blade faster than anyone can possibly see clearly, he moves as well.
Many in the crowd recognize at once it is one of the master strokes of bladesmen – Tornado Cross Slay.
Wushan doesn’t want to torture A Sword from the West slowly anymore. He simply wants him killed by one of his dazzling strokes with everyone watching.
When he’s ready, he stands on tiptoes, about to fly. The essence of Tornado Cross Slay requires the player to become one with his blade, attacking from above which maximizes its power.
Flashing a smile, Wushan is confident that A Sword from the West can’t dodge or take this attack with his current agility and defense level.
He manages to find time to look at A Sword from the West, wanting to see a man who is panic-stricken.
However, he doesn’t see what he wants to see.
Looking into his eyes, a smile creeps upon A Sword from the West’s lips.