Chu Qing's Fierce Battle! The Power of Flying Daggers!

Just as Yan Kuanglan set his stance, ready to meet Li Bufan's attack, Chu Qing suddenly spoke. "Wait." His voice was not loud, yet it reached every person present with perfect clarity.

Yan Kuanglan frowned and turned to Chu Qing in confusion. "Brother Chu, what do you mean?"

Chu Qing smiled faintly. "Brother Yan, you've already fought one battle and expended quite a bit of true qi. Though you haven't said so, I know you're no longer at your best.

"This round, let me fight first. What do you think?"

Though Yan Kuanglan did not know what Chu Qing meant, ever since they had met, Chu Qing had never made a mistake, be it in great matters or small.

Though puzzled, he still listened to Chu Qing. He sheathed his saber, stepped aside, and said, "All right. Since you, old Chu, want to cross hands with Li Brother first, I won't spoil the fun."

"Besides, I'm a little tired after that fight just now. I'll rest for a while and see what you, old Chu, can do." He walked to the edge of the arena, sat down on a stone, folded his arms across his chest, and fixed his blazing gaze on the field.

Chu Qing clasped his fists. "Thank you." Then he turned and walked toward Li Bufan.

His steps were steady, neither hurried nor slow, as though he were not walking toward a battlefield, but merely taking a stroll.

He possessed an elegant, scholarly air and delicate features. If not for the long saber hanging at his waist, he could easily have been mistaken for a disciple of Scripture Peak.

Though Li Bufan did not quite understand what made him so formidable, to him, it made no difference who stood before him.

Whether his opponent was Yan Kuanglan