"Then let me see, Young Master Ye, how you intend to defeat me in three moves without using a sword."
Han Lingxue shouted as her slender body trembled. A surge of ice blue qi infused with terrifying cold burst forth as she circulated her top grade mortal rank cultivation art Ice Dragon Canon at the 7th layer, instantly pouring into the ribbon in her hand.
With a sharp flick of her wrist, the ribbon seemed to transform into an Ice Dragon. It tore through the air, leaving behind a brilliant ice blue trail as it whistled violently toward Ye Beichen.
Below the arena, Li Yun frowned slightly as a sharp light flashed through his eyes.
"Ye Beichen actually dares to claim that he will defeat Han Lingxue within three moves without drawing his sword. Has his strength truly reached such an astonishing level?"
