"What is it?"
Ling Tian was at the peak of the Intercontinental realm. Combined with the divine-grade Seven-Star Sword and his own perfect swordsmanship, he could fight opponents above his level.
He was practically the protagonist of a traditional fantasy novel. During the first ten preview films, he had fought his way through countless obstacles and obtained a medal suited to him. With its power, he defeated Yang Guangzhi of the World Government in the Western Continent region and obtained a ticket.
At that moment, a black shadow flashed out and directly tore through Ling Tian's defenses. It even knocked the Seven-Star Sword away, crippling his entire right arm.
Ling Tian immediately used his true qi to suppress his blood vessels. With nimble footwork and a spare longsword, he stopped his retreating body, then flew on his sword and temporarily distanced himself from the ground.
After swallowing a top-grade pill that could bring the dead back to life and restore flesh and bone, his body rapidly recovered. With a wave of his hand, the Seven-Star Sword returned on its own.
However, a clearly visible scratch had actually been left on the blade of this divine-grade weapon... Recalling the attack he had barely been able to see and how it had nearly killed him in a single strike, Ling Tian felt sweat bead on his forehead.
"Boss Ling Tian."
Following the voice, Ling Tian finally noticed the young man standing on the trunk of a withered tree. He was relatively thin, with half-white hair, a somewhat strange appearance, and a hunched posture.
"You're... Yu Feng?"
Among the previous Ten Elites, Yu Feng had also been one of them, ranked Eighth Seat.
But Ling Tian could not bring all ten of them along every time. The Physical Training Academy already had Hao