Before the arena match officially began, the two politely clasped their hands and said to each other, "Please guide me."
Well then, since you asked me to guide you, I'll guide you.
After Chu Huai Xu withdrew his right hand, he clasped it behind his back.
He cared about his dignity, so Han Shuangjiang could not see the hand trembling uncontrollably after he had forcibly withdrawn his Sword Qi.
But the spectators behind him could see it.
This man in the Black Robe had fought his way through every match, and he had shown no mercy to any of the female cultivators he encountered.
He had long since been branded as someone who ruthlessly crushed flowers.
Yet this same man had just done what he did.
Such blatant favoritism that varied depending on the person was practically an open display of affection before everyone's eyes.
He did not seem to be a man who knew nothing of tenderness or grace.
It was simply that he would never show this side of himself in front of female cultivators like you.
—Chu Huai Xu is a little misogynistic.
Perhaps a parenthetical note should be added afterward: with one exception.
And come to think of it, after lightly tapping her between the brows, following it up with "Let's stop here" was indeed incredibly cool.
Most of the spectators present were young people, and many of them voiced the same thought in their hearts: I've learned something.
If they ever got the chance, perhaps they could try it too?
Especially the Sword Cultivators who prided themselves on being romantic had already taken notes in their minds.
On the arena, the girl was still somewhat dazed.
The fierce Sword Qi rushing from his fingertip had indeed made her mind tremble, and her pupils had trembled