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As his gaze shifted, a fierce sword wind suddenly attacked from above his head. Ling Chen looked up and saw Yuan Yun holding a sword in both hands, raised high over his head, chopping straight towards him. Without time to think, Ling Chen immediately retreated hastily, trying to avoid the range of the steel sword’s attack.

However, for every step he took back, Yuan Yun pressed forward a step, continuously swinging the steel sword in his hand, fast and ruthless, as if it came with an unstoppable force.

After Ling Chen had retreated more than ten steps, his back seemed to hit something hard, and his retreat was completely blocked. At this moment, Yuan Yun’s steel sword rapidly enlarged in his eyes. For a moment, Ling Chen’s pupils slightly shrank under that fierce Sword Force, and he actually felt a suffocating pressure.

"Alright, that’s far enough."

Qiu Yong’s voice came, and Yuan Yun’s steel sword immediately stopped in mid-air, less than an inch away from Ling Chen’s forehead. Looking at Ling Chen’s dazed expression, Yuan Yun slightly smiled, sheathed his sword and stood up, patting Ling Chen’s shoulder, and asked, "Ling Cheng, are you alright?"

Regaining his senses, Ling Chen gave a bitter smile and touched his nose, saying, "I lost."

"Losing to your third brother is no big deal; he just wanted to test your skill and figure out the gap between you and Yi Shuiyan," said Qiu Yong as he walked. "Besides, your third brother might not excel in other skills, but his swordsmanship is almost as good as Yi Shuiyan’s. Choosing him to spar with you couldn’t be more appropriate." With that, Qiu Yong turned to look at Yuan Yun and said, "Third brother, you just tested Ling Cheng’s skill, you should speak your thoughts."