Swoosh!
Another wind-tearing sound rang out, and a young man with the bearing of a scholar—gentle and refined, folding fan in hand—appeared in front of Chen Xiang.
The scholar put away his folding fan, cupped his fists toward Chen Xiang, and smiled as he spoke: "Independent Martial Artist, Mo Tuozhi, requests a bout!"
As his words fell—
Mo Tuozhi struck like thunder, the folding fan in his hand turning into a murderous blade, attacking Chen Xiang with a fierce and cunning onslaught.
The fierce duel thus officially began.
The long-awaited Martial Arts大会, with the clash of these two, finally blew its war horn in earnest.
On the stage, blades and swords flashed in a storm of steel.
Below the stage, cries of shock came one after another.
First, many Independent Martial Artists fought and struggled, going all out to show themselves before the crowd, hoping to catch the eye of some great Sect and thereby step onto a new height in life.
