Anyway, if he's going to win, he might as well do it gracefully.
What's the big deal about a young girl holding a weapon?
Xia Wenjin turned to the audience below: "Ling Xiao, lend me your sword!"
Ling Xiao drew his sword and tossed it up onto the stage.
Xia Wenjin stretched out her hand to catch the sword, a simple move with no advanced techniques or immense inner strength, it wasn't even effortless. After all, Ling Xiao threw it with such precision, it was as if he handed the sword directly to her from a short distance.
With Ling Xiao's skill, achieving this was easy.
But why did he act this way during such a crucial moment? It indicates only one thing: he was concerned Xia Wenjin might not catch it, hence the added consideration!
Duan Sizhan sneered inwardly; the opponent now held a weapon, which made the duel fair. He raised his hand and said: "Please!"
Xia Wenjin grasped the sword and casually twirled it into a swirling flourish and said: "Please!"
