"Here I come."
Yue Wen composed himself and leaped onto the arena, smiling at Hu Yunting opposite him.
After so many battles to the death, a mere sparring match in the arena, where they would stop short of serious injury, no longer put much psychological pressure on him. Even if this match concerned a City Hero seat, whether he could attend the Four Seas Ascending Dragon Battle, and whether he might enter the Dragon Hall...
Putting all that aside, all he had to do was defeat an enemy in the late astral realm.
I've killed fifth-realm demons, sixth-realm demonic cultivators, and even members of the Henghe Undying Race. Would I really be afraid of an Immortal Sect disciple barely into his twenties?
Compared with those sinister, cunning demonic cultivators, these Immortal Sect disciples his own age were as innocent as unused toilet paper-though in front of Yue Wen, even demonic cultivators amounted to no more than used toilet paper.
In short, Yue Wen's state of mind was exceptionally steady.
Hu Yunting opposite him was expressionless too, but judging from the divine light flickering in his eyes, his thoughts probably weren't as calm as his appearance suggested.
After all, Yue Wen had trampled him to victory in so many previous competitions. After such a long wait, he finally had a chance to fight Yue Wen head-on... however firm Hu Yunting's Dao heart might be, he could hardly avoid some excitement.
As a Sword Dao sage from Famous Sword Middle School had once said, no child cried every day, and no competitor lost every match!
This time, I'll win everything back!
Their eyes had barely met before Hu Yunting summoned his Liuli Flying Sword with a clang! The blade hummed and trembled, as though it could no longer contain his surging fighting