Chen Mancang had an extremely low profile within the Six Fan Sect. He was merely an ordinary Intelligence Scout, unremarkable in both combat strength and achievements, with nothing particularly outstanding about him.
Yet it was precisely such a man whom Su Xin had personally selected to participate in the Saber-Seizing Assembly. Not only did the ordinary Six Fan Sect martial artists have objections, but even Yuan Cheng, Chen Xing, and the others traveling with him were dissatisfied.
The gap in strength between the two men on the stage was simply too vast. They wanted to see just what ability Chen Mancang possessed that would let him injure his opponent.
The Xiantian Martial Artist from the Black Banner Tribe revealed a savage grin.
That pill from before had already completely healed his minor injuries. Against Chen Mancang now, he was absolutely certain he could finish him within ten moves.
Thus, the Black Banner Tribe martial artist did not waste a single word. He swung his battle-axe and chopped at Chen Mancang. The strike was simple, direct, and brutal, yet its momentum was astonishing—no matter how one dodged, one would remain within the range of this axe.
Chen Mancang had no intention of dodging either. As the axe came down, he suddenly hurled the mandarin duck axes in his hands at the Black Banner Tribe martial artist as though they were hidden weapons, leaving everyone wide-eyed in shock.
He had thrown away his weapon right from the start? What kind of move was that? Was he surrendering outright?
Chen Mancang naturally had no intention of surrendering. On the contrary, a dangerous glint flickered in his eyes.
The mandarin duck axes flew straight at him, forcing the Black Banner Tribe martial artist to split both axes apart with a single blow. His powerful