"You..."
Xu Yang's single remark about him being a strutting clown shattered Su Zhe's composure.
Last year, with the Su Family buffeted by wind and rain, he had been filled with soaring ambition. He had intended to make his name in the Outer Sect Grand Competition and prop up the mansion before it collapsed.
First, he had challenged Xu Yang to build momentum, then planned to defeat those ranked above him in the competition.
Who could have imagined that he would fail to defeat a single person on the Top Ten Heroes Ranking, becoming the strutting clown Jiang Fan accused of bullying the weak and fearing the strong?
"Sharp-tongued bastard. Draw your weapon!"
Su Zhe took a deep breath, suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, and drew the sword at his waist.
Though he desperately wanted to kill Xu Yang, there were too many important figures around. He still had to maintain the bearing of a great family's scion.
Xu Yang shook his head. "I don't need a weapon to deal with you. Make your move. You've challenged me several times now. Let me see whether you have real ability or are just a good-for-nothing who talks big."
Su Zhe flew into a rage. "If you have no weapon, just say so! Enough boasting. Watch me defeat you in ten moves!"
The aura of perfected astral qi surged from his body. His silver longsword hummed and trembled as astral qi flooded into its blade like a tide. Its sword radiance flickered, flashing red.
Su Zhe swept his sword horizontally, sending a crescent of Sword Qi surging out like a red moon.
"They're fighting! I wonder who's stronger!"
The disciples watching below the arena immediately grew excited, their gazes fixed on the two figures onstage.
"Su Zhe, of course. His