Could You Withstand This Strike?

The next day.

Every seat in the Heavenly Saber Gladiator Arena was filled.

After several warm-up matches, the most anticipated World King showdown was finally about to begin.

A rousing burst of music rang out. Lightning streaked across the three-dimensional screen above the floating arena, splitting it into two equal halves as highlights of Shi Yan's and Lao Chen's battles began to play.

"Here it comes! The moment we've all been waiting for!"

As the two fighters' finest moments flashed across the screen, the spectators launched into heated discussion.

"These tickets were worth every coin. We get to watch two genius World Kings fight!"

"One fights with a steady, commanding saber; the other is brutal and bloodthirsty. This is going to be an incredible clash!"

"I heard there are no rules in the final challenge. Think someone might die?"

"Word is Mie and Lao Chen had a run-in a few months ago. The threats Lao Chen made yesterday didn't sound empty to me. He might really try to kill Mie."

"Hmph! Mie's saber is fast and steady. How does that ugly brute think he can kill him?"

"Heh. What happened yesterday says it all. Mie ran to the Sky Demon Pavilion for protection because he isn't confident he can beat Lao Chen. He wants to use the Pavilion to scare him off."

"I admire Mie. I hope he shows what he's capable of this time. And I hope the Windchaser Tribe behind Lao Chen doesn't interfere unfairly."

"That man draws everyone's attention wherever he goes."

In a private box overlooking the arena, Liya rested her chin in her hands, a trace of resignation in her voice.

"Senior Sister, do you think he'll bring another one or two home?"

She turned to Meng Xuan, who sat beside her.

Liya had