"Ling Chen, the number one genius of the Martial World. I didn't expect you to be my greatest opponent this time. It's surprising and exciting."
Xiahou Lin harshly slammed his Long Halberd into the platform, a fierce fighting spirit surging from him, creating a tornado-like aura around him.
"The outcome of the match may not be so surprising."
Air currents swirled above Ling Chen's head like a Sharp Sword piercing the sky, forming a keen vortex.
"That remains to be seen."
Xiahou Lin swirled his Long Halberd once, all his aura infusing into the strike, and said, "It's been a long time since I've encountered such a challenging opponent. I hope you can withstand my full power."
"Let's begin."
The vortex around Ling Chen roiled, but his tone remained remarkably calm, as light as a breeze and soft as a cloud.
SWOOSH!
Xiahou Lin was the first to attack with his Black Spear. Its sharp, blood-red light tore through the air, aimed at Ling Chen not far away.
CLANG!
