"With one hand, I fought three thousand emperors alone; with both palms, I swept across thirteen continents."
"Heaven is my wife, earth my concubine, and all living beings my furnace!"
"The affairs of the world are a game of chess; Heaven and Earth are beyond reckoning. I laugh at every Hero!"
"The lone moon is cold, the night blade colder. I hate nothing more than having no equal; beneath heaven, I alone stand at the summit."
"Blue Silver Bind!"
"..."
Otherworld powerhouses of every bearing and temperament stepped onto the Arena. Battles raged without end; some lost, others won.
But whether they ultimately won or lost, every one of them began with an air of tremendous grandeur.
Their spirit soared to the clouds, their might shook every direction, and they inspired awe in all who watched.
Chu Feng felt as though he had undergone a Baptism.
Had these people come to the Sword Debate or recite poetry?
At last, Chu Feng's turn came.
As Chu Feng walked up the Stone Steps, everyone studied him, seemingly waiting to hear what he would say.
Chu Feng stood on the Arena and swept his gaze over the visitors from other worlds.
"Name's Chu Feng."
Then Chu Feng said nothing more. He stood on the Arena and waited for his opponent.
Reciting poetry was all fleeting cloud and fancy frills.
I'm a practical man. I don't bother with that stuff. It's definitely not because I can't recite poetry.
Chu Feng reassured himself.
Even without poetry, he could still win!
I'm not jealous of those poetry kings and great poets at all.
"..."
Chu Feng's words left everyone stunned.
His plain declaration, complete with a touch of regional accent, made them feel as though they were no longer at the Mount Tai Sword Debate.
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