Chapter 671: Myriad Swords Return to Origin
This time, a young man stepped out, clad in a blue robe and holding a long spear.
"I am from Liuzhou..."
"Enough. I have no need to remember a dead man's name," Xu Zimo interrupted him before he could finish.
"Arrogant," the young man snorted coldly. Gripping his spear, he erupted with a Spear Intent that shot into the heavens and charged at Xu Zimo.
With a clang, the sound of a blade being drawn rang in everyone's ears before the spectators could even react.
The young man's spear had already been broken in two, and even his body had been severed into halves.
"One move," Xu Zimo said blandly as he sheathed his blade and stood still.
"That strike..." The richly dressed young master who had lent him the blade narrowed his eyes slightly, stroking his chin as he pondered something.
As Xu Zimo continued winning, the emotions of the spectators on both sides grew ever more fervent.
The opponents in the waiting area also took the stage one after another.
Yet every opponent who followed was finished by a single slash from Xu Zimo.
He did not even use any particularly powerful Meridian Technique. With only one Blade Drawing Technique, a blade-drawing strike so swift that the eyes could not catch it, he ended every one of those opponents.
Ten men, twenty men—more and more opponents fell beneath his hand.
Such a scene also drew the attention of the organizers, the Wrath Family.
At the gambling house, some had even opened bets on Xu Zimo achieving a hundred victories, though most bettors did not think highly of him.
For everyone knew that once someone's winning streak reached a certain point, the Wrath Family would secretly target them. They would not allow