The moment Ji Juechen accepted the challenge, a commotion broke out among the crowd.
As word spread by mouth, more and more people rushed over upon hearing the news.
What sparks would fly when Ye Luochen, the academy's newly famous genius, faced the Sword Maniac, arguably Mingde Hall's most unusual member?
Meanwhile, the two had already taken their positions on the arena.
Ji Juechen was the first to speak.
"I must remind you that although your aura is not particularly strong, and there is likely a considerable gap between your cultivation and mine, since you have stepped onto this arena, I will not hold back because of that."
"That's fine. If we're fighting, then let's fight properly."
Ye Luochen waved a hand, signaling that it did not matter.
Of course, this was not arrogance. Ye Luochen had sufficient confidence.
What a joke. With two fully charged ninth-grade defensive Soul Tools on him, even a Titled Douluo would not be able to harm him.
This man named Ji Juechen might have an unfathomable aura, but no matter how strong he was, could he be stronger than a Titled Douluo?
After the two nodded to each other, the match officially began.
Ji Juechen did not move. He did not even change his stance, merely standing there quietly with both hands gripping his sword.
Yet in Ye Luochen's perception, Ji Juechen's aura was rapidly growing sharper and sharper, as though his entire body had fused with the heavy greatsword in his hands.
The man was the sword, and the sword was the man.
As he continued gathering momentum, the heavy greatsword began to emit a faint hum.
I can't wait any longer!
Ye Luochen thought.
He could feel that the longer this dragged on, the stronger Ji Juechen's momentum would become.
When that