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Ye Xuan stood expressionless as he stepped onto the arena, while the discussions of the onlookers below did not escape his ears.
It turned out that the wiry man he was set to duel with was named Yan San, also a swordsman like Scholarly Sword. However, Yan San's strength was slightly inferior to Scholarly Sword's. Yet, even so, Yan San's prowess could not be underestimated.
Standing on the arena, the biting north wind howled like a cold and sharp sword. Ye Xuan tightened his grip on the rusted Black Blade in his hand, a slight smile appearing on his face.
Holding such a lousy sword, it seems this duel might truly end in defeat!
Though a bit apprehensive at heart, Ye Xuan still displayed a fearless demeanor, gazing seriously at the blank-faced Yan San and said indifferently: "Alright! Draw your sword now, you may make your move."
