Mo Qiuxian looked as though victory was already in his grasp. He said to Li Feiyu, "As I see it, today's affair is all but certain. It seems this contest will be another victory for me."
Li Feiyu loathed nothing more than that manner of his, forever assured of victory, as though he had Li Feiyu in the palm of his hand. His gaze sharpened at those words, and he answered without yielding an inch:
"Fine, then let us have a contest and see whose methods are superior."
While the two exchanged verbal blows, a Battle Hall disciple loudly announced the start of the duel.
A restrictive barrier of light rose at the announcement, enveloping the entire Dueling Platform.
Without the slightest hesitation, Qing Chen swept his sleeve, deploying the [Thunderlight Shield] and the "son sword" of the [Mother-Son Thundershadow Swords] at the same time.
Serpents of lightning roamed across the Thunderlight Shield's surface, giving off soft crackles;
the son sword, just over a foot long, hummed and quivered, its blade shrouded in pale-purple thunder shadows and radiating an imposing spiritual pressure.
"Two fine mid-grade magical artifacts!"
A wave of hushed exclamations immediately rose below the platform.
They had not expected a disciple who had joined barely more than ten years ago to possess such wealth.
After all, either of those magical artifacts was worth at least eighty or ninety spirit stones.
Yu Cheng's face darkened, and he snorted. "Petty tricks! You dare show off your axe before a master carpenter?"
He turned his right hand over, and a curved hook appeared out of thin air, pitch-black from end to end and covered in strange runes.
The instant the hook appeared, it radiated a bone-piercing chill. A glimmer of eerie light swirled at its tip-it was actually a vicious weapon