Chapter 953 – A Blade Faster than Sound (2/2)

Xuanyuan Po's opponent was a thin and middle-aged man, precisely the one that had participated in the match after his.

The crowd was clearly somewhat afraid of this middle-aged man. A cold smile appeared on the face of the minor official at the table. Even the Carp tribe judge and the two supervising officials on the platform couldn't help but shake their heads, their moods rather mixed.

This thin, middle-aged man was from the Nie clan and was called Nie Chi. He was a true demi-human expert and was extremely famous on the two shores of the Red River. He had vast quantities of true essence and a blade style as cruel as his personality. Few opponents who lost to his blade were able to walk away alive.

In the first round, his opponent had been beheaded by one strike of his blade. The supervising official from the Demi-human Court had not even had the time to shout 'stop'.

This demi-human expert wielded the blade with incredible speed, like a bolt of lightning. It was even rumored that he had once said to a companion that although he was inferior to Wang Po in the cultivation of the blade, solely in terms of speed, not even Wang Po's blade might be as fast.

”Your strength is truly not bad, but it is still far from enough.”

Nie Chi impassively said to Xuanyuan Po, ”Because you are too slow.”

These indifferent words were actually most overbearing, and they truly were very reasonable.

No matter how much strength one had, if one could not keep up with an opponent's speed, how could one wound them?

These words made Xuanyuan Po pensive.

He had not become uneasy or lost his confidence. He was just thinking about what Bie Yanghong had said this morning before he left the courtyard.

Speed was strength.

How should one interpret these words?

Speed was essentially a method to use strength.

True experts were certainly not people with limitless strength but no understanding as to how to use it.

How could one convert strength into speed? If he were given some time to properly comprehend Bie Yanghong's words, then perhaps…

There was no 'perhaps'.

No time, either.

A blinding and cold ray of light exploded in front of Xuanyuan Po's black pupils.

It was a blade glow.

Although he had expressed quite some disdain in his words, Nie Chi was still rather fearful of Xuanyuan Po's strength, so he had not given Xuanyuan Po any time to prepare.

He wanted to use his fastest blade to cut off Xuanyuan Po's head.

This blade truly was very fast, with the momentum of a galloping horse and the energy of a bolt of lightning.

Only after the blade glow had transformed into a gleaming tip in Xuanyuan Po's eyes did he finally hear the blade being unsheathed.

With a zing, the sharp and cold blade flew through the air.

By the time the crowd heard this, the blade was already half a foot from Xuanyuan Po's neck.