One Sword

"You're very strong!"

On the arena stage, Liu Qingchen held his long sword in his arms, his gaze grave as he looked at Shen Changchuan before him.

At this moment, his entire being was like a long sword, standing tall between heaven and earth.

Wisps of sword radiance flickered around him, and even the void seemed to be sliced open beneath that razor-sharp edge.

Anyone who so much as glanced at him

would have their eyes stabbed by that piercing sharpness.

At this moment, he had already prepared himself to enter battle in an instant.

All it would take was a single moment

for him to unleash a terrifying attack that could cut down and annihilate everything!

"It truly is hard to imagine what kind of experiences could have brought you from some remote wilderness to where you stand today!"

There was a touch of emotion in Liu Qingchen's voice.

He was no fool.

And anyone who had seen Shen Changchuan's record in the previous eight matches, instantly killing his opponents with a single move, would never doubt his strength.

Although there were still many who believed

Shen Changchuan relied purely on his invincible Power of Space, and that his combat experience and cultivation system lagged behind the Immortal Sect's; apart from the Power of Space, he would certainly be no match for the Immortal Sect's geniuses.

However, even holding such a view, one had to admit

that the Power of Space Shen Changchuan wielded was, before those who had not grasped power on the same level, an existence that utterly crushed everyone else!

That strange and unpredictable application of the Power of Space

filled even Liu Qingchen's heart with pressure.

"But no matter what, the one standing at the end of this battle will only be me!"

As his