Five hundred against ten thousand—this was a war with a vast disparity in strength. Yet the more setbacks Ye Tian faced, the braver he became, standing alone against hundreds and thousands!
At this moment, the Heavenly Eye watched everything, silently transmitting these scenes to Yan City for all to witness.
"I never expected this kid to have some real skill. He can actually hold off thousands by himself." At the entrance of the City Lord's Manor, an elderly man stroked his beard, his eyes full of admiration.
"Tch, they're just puppets. The target for a first-class merit has never been puppets, but real people with their feet on the ground, flesh and blood!"
"Though they are merely puppets, this child's swordsmanship is remarkable. He has clearly trained before, and trained to refinement. His attainments in the sword may surpass anyone present."
Yan City had never lacked people of courage and wisdom, nor had it lacked arrogant, wild, and unruly people.
The moment the old man said that, someone in Yan City immediately took offense.
"Old man, this child's swordsmanship is indeed impressive, but I do not believe he is stronger than I am. I need only three moves to defeat him." A man dressed in red spoke.
The crowd examined the man. He had sword-like brows and starry eyes, stood over eight feet tall, and wore two swords at his waist. One could tell from their hilts alone that they were extraordinary weapons.
"Oh? I believe this child's attainments surpass mine. But can your attainments surpass mine?" The old man smiled disdainfully. Though advanced in years, he still possessed a wild, youthful heart.
As soon as those words fell, an open space was instantly cleared before the City Lord's Manor. The two were clearly preparing to compete.
Though the Heavenly