Ye Qingxuan could finally no longer suppress the restlessness in his heart. After spending this stretch of time cultivating so diligently that he forgot to eat and sleep, his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds. His confidence erupted like a volcano, on the verge of reaching its peak.
He had carelessly lost his earlier exchange with the sinister, cunning Gu Xinghai, but that had done nothing to dampen his soaring fighting spirit or his determination to win.
Now, his gaze was resolute, and an unparalleled aura radiated from his entire body. Without hesitation, he leaped up and landed firmly on the Tournament Platform where Ying Ming Hao stood.
"Hmph! Ying Ming Hao, my defeat last time was nothing but a fluke. Today, I'll give it everything I have and seize victory in one fell swoop!"
Ye Qingxuan glared fiercely and snorted. His figure flashed as he charged straight at Ying Ming Hao without holding anything back. His sword gleamed in his hand, unleashing an endless torrent of razor-sharp sword qi at his opponent.
Facing Ye Qingxuan's ferocious assault, Ying Ming Hao remained perfectly composed. Instead, a hint of mockery appeared on his face. "Oh? Then let me see whether a shameless wretch like you has improved!"
With that, he gripped his long spear and whipped its tip through the air like an agile flood dragon. He effortlessly neutralized every one of Ye Qingxuan's attacks, then pressed forward with an even fiercer counterattack.
What superb spearwork! Ye Qingxuan marveled inwardly.
Yet he had no time to dwell on it. He could only devote his full attention to facing the formidable opponent before him.
The great spear in Ying Ming Hao's hands moved faster and faster, its overlapping shadows forming an impenetrable wall. Ye Qingxuan struggled to keep up, unable