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Would You Be Willing to Become This Monk's Named Disciple?
"Qin Shaofeng wins this battle!"
Elder Bu's voice rang out at the right moment, yet he did not step onto the arena.
Upon hearing him, Han Ruoruo turned and rushed off the arena. Her pretty face was so red that she seemed too ashamed to face anyone again.
As though he had not seen her reaction, Elder Bu continued, "Although Qin Shaofeng is the only one who defeated Han Ruoruo, the rules of this martial competition are based on the number of victories. Qin Shaofeng must still fight the others one by one."
"Next, Qian Zhan Xiong."
As Elder Bu finished speaking, Qian Zhan Xiong immediately drew his two broadswords and leaped onto the arena, standing opposite Qin Shaofeng.
"Qin... whatever I should call you, I've really been looking forward to this battle. Fighting them was far too unsatisfying," Qian Zhan Xiong said.
Qin Shaofeng nodded lightly, his expression growing somewhat solemn.
It was true that Han Ruoruo had defeated Qian Zhan Xiong, but she had merely exploited the rules.
In terms of actual cultivation and combat strength, Qian Zhan Xiong was unknown how many times stronger than Han Ruoruo.
This battle seemed to be the first truly dangerous one he had faced since stepping onto the arena.
"Come!"
Qian Zhan Xiong let out a thunderous roar, and restrictive energy instantly erupted from the twin blades in his hands.
A startling radiance appeared along both blades at once.
With a low growl,
Qian Zhan Xiong had already arrived ten meters before Qin Shaofeng. His body spun fiercely, and one blade came slashing down at Qin Shaofeng.
His speed was simply too fast, and that strike carried the tyrannical might of the