"Why are you crying...?" Liuli Sha was exactly the type to get to the bottom of things, and although she had lowered her voice, Sword-Testing Lord still heard her. In an instant, he appeared beside Liuli Sha and said with a beaming smile, "Little girl... do you want to know... why I was crying...?"
"Wh... why?" Liuli Sha shrank her head back, looking extremely cautious. I was behind her, so I wasn't worried that a senior would bully her.
"Heh heh... I remembered the time I lost, and started crying..." Sword-Testing Lord said with a laugh.
Of course, nobody understood what he meant. One could also interpret it as him being good at recalling his past defeats, but that wasn't important anymore. Sword-Testing Lord instantly arrived above the grassland.
Teleportation was impossible here as well, and one's strength was restricted to a certain level. Consciousness should also be restricted to some extent. After all, absolute freedom inevitably brought chaos. Once sword fighting here was restricted to a certain degree, the results obtained would undoubtedly be fair.
On a patch of bare ground beneath the mountain, Li Poxiao and Sword-Testing Lord stood facing each other with swords in hand. Sword-Testing Lord still wore that careless, swaying manner, while Li Poxiao assumed the unique sword stance of the Qiankun Dao and waited for the announcement to begin.
Lord Taihua quickly flew into the sky. Then, with a wave of his hand, a wall of light like twilight appeared, dividing the competition grounds.
"Leaving the competition area counts as a loss, and one's spirit nearing dissipation also counts as a loss. Does anyone have any objections?" Lord Taihua asked.
"What does 'spirit nearing dissipation' mean? What if someone refuses to admit defeat?" Li Poxiao asked.
"Rest assured, they can't refuse to admit defeat.