Before long, word that Zhao Feng and Wu Nanxing were going to spar in the Martial Arts Arena spread through the Hundred Refinements Gate's inner sect.
As the Hundred Refinements Gate focused on forging, its disciples generally kept out of worldly disputes. A chance to watch Tiger Ranking experts from two major sects test their skills against each other was a rare opportunity for them.
Word spread from ten to a hundred, and inner disciples streamed toward the Martial Arts Arena.
At that moment, two figures stood facing each other in the arena. Both kept their auras contained, yet each could sense that the other was like a fierce tiger, ready to pick someone to devour at any moment.
Wu Nanxing swept his hand out, and the pair of Willow-Leaf Long Sabers at his waist both left their sheaths!
Twin sabers! Zhao Feng's gaze sharpened.
"These twin sabers are called Flowing Fire," Wu Nanxing said.
Zhao Feng nodded and held his great spear horizontally. "This spear is called Mountain Burner!"
"Brother Zhao, you've come from afar as our guest. Please, make the first move!"
"Very well!" Zhao Feng barked. His arms jolted, and the great spear quivered, its shaft humming like a dragon's song. Scarlet true qi climbed along the shaft and instantly gathered at the tip, becoming a dazzling spark that shot straight toward Wu Nanxing's face.
"Impressive indeed." An expert's skill showed the moment he made his first move.
As soon as Zhao Feng thrust his spear, Lu Hang's expression grew grave. Though Tang Fan remained as still as an ancient well on the surface, he too was secretly astonished.
Wu Nanxing dared not be careless. With nimble footwork, he shifted sideways like a phantom while crossing both sabers to block. A sharp clang rang out, the clash