Their blades collided, sparking a shower of embers, while the rolling tables periodically emitted loud crashing sounds. They fought fiercely at speeds invisible to the naked eye. Neither of them was a delicate flower cherished in a greenhouse. With abundant combat experience, their battles were intense and utterly lethal.
In these thirty rounds, each was evenly matched, flawless in execution.
Every student able to witness this scene was boiling with excitement. Apart from Su Yuxi, no one believed Lin Shuhao's arrogance could last this long, and he was not weak at the hilt either. He was passionately discussing the trend of the battle.
"Who do you think will win with him?"
"It should be the hilt. After all, Lin Zida's goal is to elevate his Realm through Martial Arts. It cannot be without side effects. Over time, Lin Zida will also be defeated."
"Yes, that makes sense. I also think the knife will win."
