"Which one of you is willing to come up and offer some guidance?" the man said with cupped hands.
There was no unnecessary chatter. Every martial artist's time was precious; they wished they could devote every minute and second to cultivation. Especially these young experts who had entered the Transcendent Realm at such an early age—they were the cream of the crop among their generation. Many of them had hopes of one day reaching a realm beyond the Transcendent Realm.
"I, Qian Yinghao, will fight you!" At that moment, a figure shot forth. He was another young man.
"I am Shi Ping!" the previous man said with cupped hands.
The two faced each other from afar, their gazes turning cold and sharp as their auras began to spread and surge. Though neither was an expert on the Top 100 Ranking, both were first-rate fighters.
Neither of them made the first move, as if each were searching for flaws in the other. Neither wanted to attack first and expose an opening.
Qian Yinghao was the first to lose patience. His weapon was a saber. The long saber flashed out, slashing dozens of saber shadows into the sky. They flew above and below, sealing off every path of retreat for Shi Ping, like a vast cover formed from saber qi descending in an instant.
Ye Xiwen nodded. As expected of young experts able to attend this gathering, any one of them was no weaker than Wu Chenhai had been back then. Their strength was formidable.
Facing the saber shadows filling the sky, Shi Ping remained calm. His longsword pierced through the air. In stark contrast to the saber qi surging toward him from all directions, he sent out only a single sword beam. It tore through the heavens and plunged into the