Chu Xisheng swept a sidelong glance around him, then walked calmly into the small room on the left side of the arena to wait.
Zuo Qingyun had originally arranged for three pretty maidservants to give him a massage.
After some thought, Chu Xisheng declined.
At the thought of Chu Yunyun on the fifth floor, a surge of righteousness rose in his heart.
-With no woman in your heart, your saber will naturally strike like a god!
He sat upright in the grand armchair and looked at his opponent, Tao Yuan, across from him.
He was a short, stocky man of twenty-eight or twenty-nine, with a large frame and strong, sturdy limbs.
His square face was covered in brutal-looking flesh, and his eyes brimmed with menace.
As several maidservants massaged him, he watched Chu Xisheng with a provocative gaze.
Chu Xisheng took one look at him and lost interest.
He casually glanced at "Yazi" on his status panel.
-Your Yazi saber intent has risen to moderate strength.
Chu Xisheng gave a derisive chuckle, then half-closed his eyes, recalling last night's virtual combat while considering whether there were better ways to counter his enemies' moves.
His strength and talents had improved rapidly of late, but his actual combat ability had not kept pace and remained far short of his limits.
His martial arts also relied too heavily on the system.
Chu Xisheng had to devote every minute and second to cultivation and improving himself.
Just a moment later, the martial instructor serving as referee in the arena called out, "The time has come. Both contestants, please take the stage."
Chu Xisheng rose, walked onto the stage, and took his position. Across from him, Tao Yuan pushed aside the women around him and stepped onto the stage carrying a Nine-Ring Great