"Martial sparring?!"
Zhang Qingwen finally could not hold back a cry of alarm.
Of the previous three matches, aside from the one they had won, everyone who had participated in the other two had died in the arena.
Why did it turn into martial sparring when your people took the stage?
Who the hell ever told you it was sparring?
"Yes, Young Master."
Sha Pojun respectfully bowed to Qin Shaofeng.
Then, he took a longsword out of his Storage Bag.
Back in the Cangming Mountain Range, after the assassination attempt by those two Shining Star Position experts, they had acquired quite a few weapons.
Even though Qin Shaofeng only used his broken sword.
Sha Pojun did not possess that level of strength, nor did he need to do such a thing.
The sword in his hand was precisely the longsword once wielded by that senior brother who looked like a middle-aged scholar.
The instant the longsword appeared, Zhang Qingwen's eyes turned red.
"Senior Brother Cheng truly died at your hands." His fists clenched with audible crackles.
The two Rogue Cultivators who had yet to fight immediately turned grim upon seeing this.
They had both heard Qin Shaofeng's words clearly.
Then, seeing Zhang Qingwen's expression, they instantly found themselves in an awkward predicament.
If they helped Zhang Qingwen kill that man, Qin Shaofeng's Sword Qi was not something they could endure.
But if they did not strike ruthlessly, Zhang Qingwen was unlikely to let the matter rest.
"Luo Zhun, you take this match!"
Zhang Qingwen swiftly suppressed the fury in his heart and said, "That drunkard is no simple character. Since he dared do something like this, he must have prepared a backup plan. You only need to win this match—whatever you do, do not hurt that man."
The Rogue Cultivator