Mu Qiu suffered defeat again, his face turning green with anger.
He knew he was no match for Lin Chen in verbal sparring.
So, Mu Qiu snorted, "Kid, don't be so arrogant. Let's see real skill in swordsmanship!"
Lin Chen smiled faintly, "As you wish. Who's going first?"
Mu Qiu thought for a moment and decided to make the first move.
After all, the first strike is the strongest. What if Lin Chen used his signature move first, then he'd lose the novelty if he tried again.
Lin Chen nodded, "Alright, as you wish."
As he spoke, Lin Chen stood by with a smile, watching Mu Qiu.
Mu Qiu, holding a treasured sword, stood on the stage.
Suddenly, his sword abruptly unsheathed, slicing through the sky like a startling swan.
Mu Qiu then leaped high, his sword dancing swiftly in his hand.
On the platform, a kaleidoscope of colors burst forth, Mu Qiu's sword appearing like rainbows, radiating dazzling light.
It was the lost "Startling Swan Sword"!
