Tie Zifeng stood up, with a broad iron sword slung over his shoulder. This appearance seemed totally overwhelming, and he stared at Li Xiaoqiang, saying, "During this time at the Holy Martial Academy, you've become quite famous. I've just returned from outside and want to see if you're truly formidable or just an overhyped fool."
Li Xiaoqiang sneered coldly, "You'll find out if you try."
At this moment, in the center of the square, only Li Xiaoqiang and Tie Zifeng remained, while others stood by watching them.
Upon hearing what Li Xiaoqiang said, Tie Zifeng's body shivered, and he unleashed a chilling murderous aura.
Tie Zifeng turned his hand, and the iron sword struck the ground.
"Boom!"
The iron sword shattered the ground into pieces.
Tie Zifeng sneered coldly, "Prepare to die!"
With one foot stepping on the ground, he charged towards Li Xiaoqiang, the iron sword making a piercing noise as it scraped the ground, accompanied by a string of sparks lighting up.
