Fang Ming was just as excited. "That's right! For Qin Hao, a Warrior at True Martial Realm Ninth Layer Peak, to last this long against Senior Brother Wang is already remarkable. But defeat him? In his dreams!"
Everyone else stared at the Arena too, their faces alight with excitement.
"Looks like Qin Hao can't hold out much longer."
"Wang Xuan didn't reach thirteenth place on the Hidden Dragon Ranking through reputation alone. He's a first-rate genius among geniuses."
"Qin Hao will lose within ten moves!"
Many believed it, especially after seeing Qin Hao forced to retreat.
At some point, several people had appeared beside the Black-Robed Elder, Steward Liu, in the spectator stands. They varied in age, but all were Saint Martial Grandmasters. Two had even reached Saint Martial Realm Sixth Layer!
Their auras were stronger than Steward Liu's by several degrees.
At that moment, they all looked somewhat vacant, as though they were watching Qin Hao and Wang Xuan fight and staring into space at the same time.
One even raised a hand and traced movements before his chest, as though practicing a sword technique.
These men were all Swordmasters trained by the City Lord's Manor!
But...
They cared nothing for their reputations. In their eyes, there was only the sword!
They were the finest B-Rank Swordsmen of the City Lord's Manor, summoned here on Steward Liu's orders.
Their purpose... was to stop Qin Hao. Now Wang Xuan had to be included as well, though no one had expected the two of them to end up fighting each other.
To these swordsmen, it did not matter whom they fought. Only the sword occupied their minds. If an opponent was too weak, they could not muster the slightest interest.
But now...
As Wang Xuan unleashed his second move, Seeking the