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The Ninth Day of the Ninth Month, the day of the Huashan Sword Debate.

Atop Huashan Summit was an open area about half the size of a soccer field, with a few pines and cypresses, and a few wintersweet trees.

Some strange rocks surrounded it, covered by a thin layer of snow.

The foothills of Huashan were lush and green, but as the altitude rose, the temperature dropped.

On ordinary days, when the Huashan Sword Debate wasn't taking place, anyone who came to pay their respects at the site of the debate would be drenched in sweat by the time they climbed the mountain in light clothing.

But near the summit, standing among the clouds and mist, the wind was bitterly cold, and they would have to add layers of clothing one by one.

At noon today, the time agreed upon by the Martial World, the Huashan Sword Debate would begin.

There was still a little over an hour before then. In previous years, the Huashan Sword Debate would already have drawn a large crowd of heroes who had come because of its fame.

Some hoped to win the title of Number One Under Heaven, while others simply wanted to catch a rare glimpse of the true experts they seldom got to see.

But today, only a dozen or so people had gathered at the summit.

Among them were Death Game Players Liu Lang, Liu Hu, and Liu Mang.

There were also the Outer Domain experts, the Big and Little Poison Kings, along with seven or eight Martial World experts Liu Mang had hired at great expense.

Liu Hu was a little nervous. "Mang, the agreed time for the Huashan Sword Debate is in just two hours!"

"Do you think we can claim the title of Number One Under Heaven?"