“How is this possible?!” Dongfang Hao’s jaw dropped as he stared at the giant silver dragon in the arena. “Didn’t Zhao Tiefeng interrupt Lu Yun’s creation process? How was the sword technique perfected?”

His question was on everyone’s mind. The governor’s inspiration had been prematurely halted because of Zhao Ling’s forfeiture. But the next time the young man tried the technique in public, it was obviously perfected! How had Lu Yun done it?!

The crowd looked at each other, uniform expressions of befuddlement on their faces.

“How?” Wu Tulong was also stupefied. “Did he simulate the combat art in his mind just now and complete it that way?”

“I heard that Lu Yun is considered trash in Dusk Province and was almost stripped...