In the first match of the second round, all three arenas had something worth watching, because the top ten were clashing.
On the first arena, Chi Xuan faced Song Qi, who was ranked sixth. Judging by his earlier matches, Song Qi excelled in saber techniques.
On the second arena, He Jianjun faced Luo Long, who was ranked fifth. Luo Long wielded a sword, while He Jianjun unleashed Sword Qi through her zither. It was impossible to say who would come out on top.
On the third arena, Zongzheng Yunlou faced Young Master Xiaoyao, Wei Yu.
In short, among the six top-ten contestants in this match, one was destined to suffer a defeat. The spectators waited with bated breath.
The first arena came first. This time, Chi Xuan had brought out his treasured sword, clearly taking his opponent very seriously.
Song Qi held his golden, broad-backed saber horizontally and said solemnly, "To make you draw your treasured sword for the first time, I must be honored."
Chi Xuan's face remained expressionless. He merely replied curtly, "You're worthy."
"Good."
Song Qi spun his Golden Saber, treating its weight as though it were nothing. "Today, let me once again experience that uncanny sword technique of yours."
"Take this!"
With that, he swung his Golden Saber and cleaved out an extremely dazzling stream of Saber Qi. His arm did not stop, and one slash followed another.
In the blink of an eye, Saber Qi crisscrossed the arena, filling it with a sheet of dazzling, eye-piercing gold.
It turned out that he knew his opponent's sword technique was strange, so he had chosen to fight from a distance.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
In an instant, more than ten streams of Saber Qi descended, yet Chi Xuan remained completely still. Only when the first stream arrived did