If Qin Fang was really pushed too far, he wouldn't mind making Cui Haoyu, a grandmaster-level expert, follow in Cui Zhimin's footsteps and have a "heart-to-heart" with bullets...

Korea is very small, so much so that you can basically appear anywhere within a day. Although Incheon is not particularly large, it's still very convenient to come here.

The news Qin Fang and his group received that evening was that Cui Haoyu had arrived at the Fu Family's Bagong Mountain that night, though they didn't actually see him.

The night was quite peaceful. With Shi Yuan and Cui Zhimin dead, Qin Fang's small courtyard was much quieter, and no one came to disturb them.

The third day of the Yi Sword Tournament was also the day to decide the final victory. Qin Fang and his team arrived at the venue early. Once this match concluded, their task as judges would be complete, and they could leave after receiving the Yi Sword Stone from the Fu and Cui families.

Of course, if they wished to stay, the Fu Family wouldn't stop them. In fact, they would continue to provide good food and drink and treat them with great respect.

However, today's atmosphere was noticeably tenser than the previous days. Both families and the spectators were a bit anxious and excited.

In contrast, Qin Fang and his team of judges appeared quite calm...

Even though the two final contestants were above the grandmaster level, they were only at the master level early stage—far from the level of these judges.

It might take these two contestants ten or twenty years to reach this level, if they could achieve it at all.

How could one expect these judges to take such contestants seriously?

However, what was different about today's match was that a seemingly high-status middle-aged man appeared separately in the Fu and Cui Family stands.

Fu Qinglin!

Cui Haoyu!

The appearance of the two top experts of Korea at the Yi Sword Tournament was undoubtedly the most shocking news of the day.

Elder Mu mentioned that the last time these two experts were present at the Yi Sword Tournament was over ten years ago when they faced each other in the finals.

Since then, Fu Qinglin and Cui Haoyu had almost never appeared at the tournament, and it was rare for them to be seen together anywhere.

But now, not only had Cui Haoyu come from the Cui Family, but the injured Fu Qinglin, rumored to be in seclusion, had also arrived, making it clear that sparks between the Fu and Cui families were intensifying.

Though two great experts were present, the match relied on individual strength. Which of the two contestants would win ultimately depended on their skills and performance.

"Let the match begin..."

With a command from Steward Fu, the young experts from both families shouted fiercely and unleashed their full combat power against their opponents.

Compared to previous matches, the duel between these master-level contestants was much more engaging, as both carried heavy responsibilities and felt significant pressure. They clashed fiercely right from the start, with genuine intensity.

While the match didn't greatly interest Qin Fang and the judges, the spectators were thoroughly captivated.

Korea, being a barren land for martial arts, considered grandmaster-level experts the pinnacle, with numbers that could be counted on one hand.

Though there were slightly more master-level experts, their numbers were still very limited, mainly from the Fu and Cui families.

As a result, among the spectators, even though most were martial artists, less than thirty percent reached the master level. Most hadn't even reached that level.

Therefore, this desperate duel between master-level experts immediately captivated most, engrossing them as if they had become the contestants themselves...

This match was one of the most thrilling yet. The contestants were evenly matched and had mastered their family skills well.

Though a bit weaker than Cui Mingjun and Fu Junhao from the judges' perspective, they performed admirably.

The two fought intensely, displaying superb moves, but their skills were so evenly matched that hundreds of exchanges couldn't determine a winner.

After a thousand moves, both were exhausting themselves, their punches and kicks noticeably weaker, appearing light.

After another hundred moves, they were nearly depleted. They seemed to gather all their remaining strength, as if aiming for mutual destruction.

But their remaining strength seemed barely enough to swat a mosquito. Though they managed to knock each other to the ground, it was more like collapsing from exhaustion than delivering a knockout punch.

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