Fierce Battle

As the two locked eyes, the referee assigned to Arena No. 10 arrived as well.

Ignoring their verbal sparring, the referee directly asked, "Are you both ready? May the match begin?"

Hearing this, Ye Yun and Zhuang Yan both nodded without hesitation.

Seeing this, the referee shouted, "Now, the battle between Ye Yun of the Purple Extreme Sect and Zhuang Yan of the Emerald Palace officially begins!"

The instant the referee's words fell, Zhuang Yan flashed forward like an arrow loosed from the bow, launching a rapid attack at Ye Yun.

Ye Yun's reaction was no less swift. At lightning speed, he charged straight into Zhuang Yan's attack.

In an instant, their attacks collided. Ye Yun's fist, comparable to a Lower-Grade Treasure Weapon, slammed heavily into the flat of Zhuang Yan's blade.

"Boom!"

The sound of metal striking metal rang out, and the tremendous impact sent both of them staggering back several meters.

Even the nearby referee was left deafened by the collision, and hurriedly retreated from the range of their attacks in fright.

Feeling the faint pain coming from his fist, Ye Yun's lips unconsciously curled into an excited smile.

Ever since that life-and-death battle against the Blackwater Four Fiends in the Blackwater Mountains, he had not enjoyed a truly satisfying fight in a long time.

Yet in this first exchange, the pressure Zhuang Yan gave him was greater than that of all the Blackwater Four Fiends combined.

On the other side, Zhuang Yan felt the web between his thumb and forefinger go numb from the impact. For a moment, he nearly could not hold onto his saber hilt.

The killing intent in his heart was continuously ignited by the strength Ye Yun had displayed.

The brat before him was no longer someone he could toy with at will