A figure flashed, and a man at the fifth level of the Nascent Soul Realm drifted down onto the arena.
After glancing at the token in Chen Changming's hand, he flickered his brow, and a small sword flew out.
The small sword swelled in the wind.
With a slight tremble of its blade, layer upon layer of sword shadows emerged. Before the start had even been announced, he had already prepared himself for battle.
All to seize the initiative.
"The tokens have been verified. You may begin."
After inspecting both tokens, the old man from the Heavenly Toad Tribe announced the start of the battle.
A streak of sword light shot forth.
Sword shadows surged like a thousand rolling waves.
Chen Changming narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression calm as he watched the flying sword draw near.
"Hey, don't tell me this guy's been scared witless?"
Someone in the plaza laughed.
The crowd burst into laughter.
Number 120 was a sword cultivator, and the power carried by his natal flying sword was extraordinarily formidable.
Perhaps Number 358 had been frightened.
Just as the attack arrived, Chen Changming suddenly struck like lightning.
He gave a light slap. It looked slow, but was in fact unimaginably fast.
Bang!
The flying sword was swatted away like a fly.
Number 120's body jolted, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Y-you're a Body Cultivator?"
He stared at Chen Changming in horror and cried out.
"That's right."
Chen Changming nodded. "You're not my opponent. Step down."
Number 120 retrieved his flying sword, cupped his fists toward Chen Changming, and silently left the arena.
"Number 358 wins!"
The old man from the Heavenly Toad Tribe announced loudly, his gaze toward Chen Changming filled with approval.
"This Body Cultivator is so strong!"
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