Fang Ming was about to find Steward Liu and demand that he declare Qin Hao defeated when he heard the crowd. His heart lurched. He looked into the distance and, sure enough, saw Qin Hao.
Little Fatty stood beside him.
Who else could it be but Fang Lang?
"Qin Hao actually didn't run?" Fang Ming's eyes burned with excitement. "Perfect. Brother Wang can definitely kill him, and those two Tokens will still be mine."
"At least he has some guts." Lu Yuan sneered. "If he'd fled without fighting, that would've been the end of him. Now he's come to fight, but it makes no difference. Run, and his future is ruined. Stay, and he's dead."
A death trap!
In many people's eyes, that was exactly what Qin Hao faced.
For a swordsman cultivating the Sword Dao, preserving his Sword Heart was crucial. It was much like Qin Hao's Apex Heart. Without that Sword Heart, which could pierce anything and prevail wherever it struck...
His future achievements would be severely limited.
It would be like leaving an Inner Demon deep in his soul. And how hard was it to drive out an Inner Demon?
On the Arena.
"He's here."
Sword light flashed in Wang Xuan's eyes as he watched Qin Hao approach at an unhurried pace. Everyone else might as well have been invisible.
Wang Xuan licked his lips. He was eager for the fight, though he also felt a trace of disdain. In his eyes, no one else was worthy of being his opponent.
Qin Hao, who wielded a Destruction Sword Domain comparable to the Fifth Tier, barely qualified.
Wang Xuan's aim was simple: kill Qin Hao, use him as a stepping stone, then push on toward a Hundred Consecutive Wins.
He would become the fourth person in five hundred