One Sword

"You're very strong!"

On the arena stage,

Liu Qingchen held a longsword in his arms, his gaze solemn as he looked at Shen Changchuan before him.

At this moment,

his entire being was like a longsword standing between heaven and earth.

Strands of sword light flickered in and out around him, and even the void itself seemed to be sliced apart beneath that razor-sharp edge.

Anyone who glanced at it

would have their eyes pierced by that keen brilliance.

At this moment,

he was already prepared to enter battle in an instant.

All it would take was a single moment

for him to unleash a horrifying attack capable of cutting down everything!

"It truly is difficult to imagine what sort of experiences could have brought you from some remote wilderness to where you stand today!"

There was a hint of emotion in Liu Qingchen's voice.

He was not a fool,

and anyone who had witnessed Shen Changchuan's record of defeating his opponents in a single move throughout the first eight matches

would not question his strength.

Although quite a few people still believed

that Shen Changchuan relied solely on his invincible Space Power, and that his combat experience and cultivation system lagged behind those of the immortal sects, meaning that without Space Power, he would certainly be no match for the immortal sects' geniuses.

However,

even those who held such views

could not deny

that the Space Power Shen Changchuan wielded was utterly crushing against anyone who had not mastered power of the same level!

That unfathomably strange use of Space Power

filled even Liu Qingchen's heart with pressure.

"But no matter what, the one left standing at the end of this battle will only be me!"

As his words fell,

in an instant,

a brilliant gleam burst from Liu