With a grave expression, Chen Tang slowly stepped forward.
When he heard his name, he could not help wondering whether he should concede.
But once he conceded, his whole life would be ruined. At most, he could only become a Jianghu martial artist, with no prospects left to speak of!
Blacklisted in both military and political circles, what could he possibly accomplish in the future?
If he really achieved anything as a Jianghu martial artist, it would only make him more likely to be targeted.
A single word of surrender would bury the rest of his life along with it.
I refuse to accept this!
I still have my mission!
Chen Tang pressed his lips together and leaped onto the arena platform.
Before him stood another tall, straight-backed young man with a dark complexion, his face as expressionless as Tie Xiaoniu's had been earlier; on his back, too, was a Thick-Backed Mountain-Cleaving Saber, just like Tie Xiaoniu's!
He was just as taciturn, too.
Had their faces not been completely different, their bearing and presence alone would almost have made people think they were twins.
"Please!"
"Please!"
The two saluted each other.
Then they immediately began to fight.
But...
After just two exchanges!
Wang Xiaoma withdrew his saber and stepped back. "Thank you for yielding!"
Before him lay Chen Tang's corpse, already severed in two.
Blood slowly spread across the platform; on Chen Tang's face, which could never change again, there was nothing but utter horror!
Two saber strikes!
The first cleaved through Chen Tang's weapon and sent him flying; the second cut him in half at the waist!
"Second bout, Team Two wins! Hidden Dragon High Martial loses another match!"
Minister Ding's voice was laced with inexpressible grief and regret.
Across from him, the Central Plains King's body trembled. He