The battle lasted a full hour, leaving the spectators in the arena utterly baffled.
For that entire hour, whenever Lu Ye drew his saber, he struck his opponent. No matter how his opponent dodged or retreated, it was useless. The key was that Lu Ye's saber techniques looked exceedingly simple, not at all difficult to guard against.
Had his opponent not been unable to bear such humiliation and finally used a Secret Technique that consumed immense power in an attempt to turn defeat into victory, exhausting himself completely in the process, the battle would have lasted even longer.
When the death match ended, quite a few spectators cursed and grumbled.
Yet in the quiet room, Lu Ye fell deep into thought.
Fighting others in such death matches truly provided tremendous help and inspiration for his study of saber techniques. It was far more effective than shutting himself away to build a cart behind closed doors. His trip to the Battle Arena had indeed been the right choice.
A short while later, he entered the Death Match Arena again, once more using Thousand Faces to alter his appearance. This time, his opponent was somewhat stronger than the last, having reached the Merging Dao Eighth Layer.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
Lu Ye reappeared in the Treasure Artifact Workshop.
Elder Qi sat where he had before, unchanged from their meeting several days ago. Across from him, Lu Ye held the freshly forged saber sheath, his divine sense surging as he carefully inspected it.
After a while, he gave a slight nod. "Elder Qi's craftsmanship is indeed extraordinary. This saber sheath can be called the finest of the fine."
The sheath itself was made from many precious materials, so there was nothing to criticize about its quality. The true