The referee gave Hou Mubai a speechless look. That surname really did suit his personality.
He was in such a monkey hurry!
The moment the barrier was activated, Hou Mubai shot onto the arena.
Turning around, he said excitedly to Dai Shang, "Come on, come on!"
Seeing how excited Hou Mubai was, Dai Shang froze for a moment, then his expression darkened.
"Boy, you're awfully arrogant!"
Dai Shang snorted. Then his figure flashed, and he was already on the arena.
Facing Hou Mubai, who could barely wait to start, Dai Shang didn't waste any words either. He attacked right away, determined to teach this arrogant upstart a lesson.
But while Dai Shang was fast, Hou Mubai was faster.
Before Dai Shang's sword had even left its sheath, Hou Mubai's move was already right in front of him.
A deafening boom rang out, and everyone's expressions changed.
"That kid's sword... why does it feel so wicked?"
"Something's off. Very off. Why can't I make sense of his sword?"
"That style is way too damn wild! That strike... why is it nothing like what you usually see?"
"Damn, that kid's sword is so hard to defend against. The power is one thing, but how does it also... I can't put it into words. What do you think?"
"Wicked, bizarre, against all reason..."
Hou Mubai's strike changed everyone's expressions. They'd mostly guessed that he would be powerful, but they hadn't expected him to be not just powerful, but downright wicked...
"That kid probably isn't cultivating a orthodox Sword Dao."
"Then isn't he going against the orthodox path?"
"Would a Sword Sect even accept someone like that?"
Hearing what everyone was saying, Hou Mubai looked disdainful.
"What the hell do you know? I'm the founding pioneer of the Reverse Flow Sword Dao. I created