"You're coming first?"
Duan Jingshan stepped onto the cast-iron arena one step at a time, his expression unreadable as he drew a long, slender saber from behind his waist. It was enveloped in a sinister, dark gleam that reflected on the faces of the crowd, causing many pupils to shrink slightly, followed by an involuntary hint of fear.
"It's the Black Spring Saber..." someone murmured, their voice trembling. The saber, named Black Spring, was a true Fierce Weapon. It had once been stained with the blood of several Innate Experts who had fallen to its edge. Its reputation was immense, hailed as one of Huadao Fort's two most treasured blades. No one expected it to be brought out today.
Hearing the apprehensive murmurs from the summit, Duan Jingshan stared at Great King Dashan, his eyes flashing with madness and a cold glint. Is this guy even worthy of being my opponent? What a joke.
