"Let the battle begin!"
At the host's command, a fierce aura suddenly engulfed the arena. It was Mysterious Zheng's Blade Intent.
Blade Intent was only a Low-Tier Will, but that did not make it weak. When it came to cutting and killing, it was an extraordinarily powerful will.
"Xingdu, don't blame me. Blame yourself for offending someone you shouldn't have."
Lin Qing felt the Blade Intent and let his expression turn grave.
It was an act, of course. He had intended to keep a low profile, but now that someone had their eye on him, he might as well use that to his advantage.
So, starting with this match, Lin Qing decided to win through hard-fought battles.
If he scraped out a difficult victory every time, they probably wouldn't send the strongest Eleventh Tier fighter against him right away. Then he could keep fighting.
Otherwise, if he killed even the strongest Eleventh Tier fighter, arranging later matches would be difficult. He could hardly barge into Twelfth Tier matches and start killing everyone. That would be too absurd.
Mysterious Zheng stood where he was and drew his blade. He pointed it at Lin Qing from across the arena. Blade light surged, and countless strands of Blade Qi took shape in the air, forming a torrent that rushed toward Lin Qing.
A light breeze lifted the hem of Lin Qing's robe. His figure turned into an afterimage that flickered across the arena, evading the pursuing torrent of Blade Qi.
Wind Will gave Lin Qing unmatched speed, allowing him to maintain a narrow margin of safety between himself and the torrent behind him.
But he could not keep this up forever. Lin Qing began trying to close in on Mysterious Zheng, only to be driven back by a slash each time he reached