"I never expected my final opponent to be you. To be honest, I'm surprised."
On the arena stage, Chi Xuan held a sword in his left hand and gripped its hilt with his right.
Across from him, Lu Ming held his long saber horizontally before him, one hand on the hilt and the other on the scabbard, gazing at him.
"You'll be even more surprised next."
"Oh?"
A trace of astonishment flashed through Chi Xuan's eyes before he said,
"Then let's begin. We'll compete in technique first and see whether your saber is faster or my sword."
With that, he drew his sword, vanishing from where he stood.
"As you wish!"
Lu Ming also drew his long saber and met him head-on.
Clang!
In an instant, at the center of the arena, their saber and sword clashed with a crisp ring. Without a word, they exchanged a glance, separated again, then launched another attack at each other.
Clink-clink-clink—swish, swish...
The next moment, the entire arena was filled with saber light and sword shadows, while streams of Saber Qi and Sword Qi shot out from time to time.
They were razor-sharp.
Fortunately, the audience was some distance from the arena. Otherwise, it would have caused quite a commotion.
"This is even faster than the technical battle between Lu Ming and Zhu Ningyun!"
Staring at the saber light and sword shadows below, the disciples could not see anything clearly, but that did not stop them from sensing the danger within.
If they went up there, they would probably lose their lives before they could withstand even one saber or sword strike.
"Judging solely by the strength the two of them have displayed, I'm already no match for them."
A Core Disciple sighed. His face then turned bitter. The feeling of being caught