"Next match, number twenty-one."
As the draw was announced, the Tribulation Transcendence experts of the Chaos Ancient Clan instinctively looked down at the numbers in their hands.
Most of them quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's mine."
A tall, slender figure whose appearance was indistinguishable from a human's slowly walked toward the Arena.
"Hope it isn't Ye Lin," an expert of the Chaos Ancient Clan muttered.
Please don't let him face Ye Lin.
If he faced Ye Lin, he would die. There was no suspense about it.
Dead for sure.
"That's me."
"Fellow cultivators, I'm off."
On the Origin Continent's side, a young man in a long robe smiled faintly, then carried a silver spear onto the Arena.
Everyone pushed aside, for the moment, the shock Ye Lin had left in their hearts. They turned their attention to the Arena and watched in silence.
"I didn't expect it to be you."
"Neither did I."
The two stood on the Arena and smiled at each other.
"Who are they? What's with all the riddles?" one of the watching cultivators finally blurted out.
Are you two speaking in riddles on purpose?
After listening all this time, he still had no idea who either of them was.
"Our fighter is Silver Dragon, the disciple of a very mysterious expert. He's extremely strong."
"The Chaos Ancient Clan's fighter is Flowing Wind. His twin blades are frighteningly fast. He's no simple opponent."
A nearby cultivator kindly explained it to him.
"I see."
The cultivator nodded, though he only half understood.
The other cultivators who hadn't recognized them nodded along.
"Looks like they've paired old rivals again."
"Yeah. Old rivals."
With that, Silver Dragon planted his spear in the ground.
"That spear looks very familiar."
Flowing Wind summoned two golden sabers into his hands.
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