First Match Co.

As if hearing the elder's thoughts, Lei Yixuan suddenly changed tactics.

Instead of waiting for Chen Haoran to make the move, he took a deep breath and then shifted his right hand to his waist as if guiding the sword into an invisible scabbard.

His left hand mimicked the act of steadying it, his fingers pressing lightly against the air. Then, in a single fluid motion, he bent his knees, his body sinking into a poised stance.

Chen Haoran's expression flickered. "Oh? Trying something new?"

Lei Yixuan didn't answer. Instead, his body glowed as his sword vibrated with energy.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he vanished.

Gasps rang out in the stadium.

"He disappeared?!"

"No, look closely—he's moving too fast to see!"

Chen Haoran frowned, his gaze sharpening.

Suddenly, Lei Yixuan appeared beside him, his sword swinging in a deadly arc.

But Chen Haoran was ready.

He stepped back, his palms glowing with energy.