"Next battle, Number Twelve."
As those words fell, it meant that the contestants for the next round had been decided.
"Who's Number Twelve?"
Yan Ting, standing beside Ye Lin, instinctively let out a shout.
"Fellow Daoist Yan, it's me."
At that moment, a young man looked at Yan Ting with a smile.
"So it's Fellow Daoist Yun."
Upon seeing him, Yan Ting smiled faintly and cupped his hands in greeting.
"No need to be so courteous, Fellow Daoist Yan."
"Everyone, I'll be going first."
With that, Yun Feiyang walked step by step toward the Arena.
Wearing straw sandals and a straw hat, with a wine gourd hanging at his waist and a wooden sword on his back, he stepped onto the Arena.
"Who is he?"
Ye Lin turned to Yan Ting beside him and asked in a low voice.
"This man is named Yun Feiyang. He is the Sword God's last disciple and has inherited the Sword God's teachings in full."
"Across the entire Central Region, no one would dare underestimate his combat strength."
"This battle is in the bag."
Yan Ting introduced him quietly, his eyes filled with admiration.
Who knew whether this fellow admired Yun Feiyang or the Sword God himself.
However...
The Sword God.
This was the first time Ye Lin had heard of him.
A Sword God at the Ninth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm—if he got the chance, he would definitely have to get properly acquainted with him.
Yun Feiyang stepped onto the Arena and cast the crowd an extraordinarily dashing look.
"It's Yun Feiyang. This battle is in the bag. The Sword God's sole personal disciple—his swordsmanship has already reached heights ordinary people can scarcely hope to attain."
"Yeah, I never expected it to be Yun Feiyang. This battle is in the bag, completely in the