On the arena stage, Zhaang Ye and Sword Eternal stood facing each other. Streaks of Sword Qi swirled and danced between them like a flock of high-speed birds.
Sword Eternal appeared extremely gaunt. His body was flat, like the blade of a saber. His figure was like a saber, and his gaze was like a saber—sharp and brimming with killing intent. In Sword Eternal's hand, he held a cyan Battle Saber. The blade was three feet and two inches long and incredibly thin. It glimmered with a faint cyan light; a single glance from afar was enough to tell it was exceptionally sharp.
Sword Eternal stared at Zhaang Ye and said, "Zhaang Ye, though you have yet to draw your weapon, I know you also use a saber. Now, draw it! I want to compete with you and see who is the true Overlord of the saber!"
Zhaang Ye sized up Sword Eternal, shook his head slightly, and said, "Sword Eternal, you are not yet worthy of me drawing my saber."
