The first match of the second round was a spectacle on all three arenas, for it was a clash among the top ten.
On the first arena, Chi Xuan faced Song Qi, ranked sixth. Judging from his previous matches, Song Qi specialized in saber techniques.
On the second arena, He Jianjun encountered Luo Long, ranked fifth. Luo Long wielded a sword, while He Jianjun used her zither to unleash Sword Qi. It remained to be seen who would come out on top.
On the third arena, Zongzheng Yunlou faced Young Master Xiaoyao, Wei Yu.
In short, among these six top-ten figures, one was destined to suffer a defeat. The spectators watched with bated breath.
The first arena began. This time, Chi Xuan drew his treasured sword, clearly taking his opponent very seriously.
Song Qi held his broad, golden saber horizontally and said solemnly, "I'm honored to be the first person to make you draw your sword."
Expressionless, Chi Xuan merely replied, "You're worthy."
"Good."
Song Qi spun his golden saber, handling its weight as if it were nothing. "Today, let me once again witness that unfathomable sword technique of yours."
"Take this!"
With that, he swung his golden saber, slashing out an incomparably brilliant arc of saber Qi. Then, without pausing, he struck again and again.
In the blink of an eye, saber Qi crisscrossed the arena, filling it with dazzling, eye-piercing gold.
He knew his opponent's swordsmanship was strange and unpredictable, so he had chosen a long-range fighting style.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
In an instant, more than ten arcs of saber Qi descended. Yet Chi Xuan remained motionless until the first arc reached him, only then drawing his sword.
With a crisp clang, his sharp sword tip struck the saber Qi. Sword Qi erupted, instantly shattering it.
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