He walked against the shadows, his figure as steadfast as a sturdy pine, carrying an inherently sinister aura. His hair was combed back, his gaze sharp and fierce, dressed in a long black robe that trailed the ground, its hem embroidered with dark gold runes, and at his waist hung a sheathed long knife, the scabbard gleaming coldly under the club's psychedelic lights.
He was named Yajian Qie, a prominent guest from the Far East Islands, one of the few experts under Whitman's command.
The Far East Islands, due to geopolitical issues, were constantly in turmoil, a true man needed to serve his country.
Those unwilling to be morally bound to face life and death saw the Sword King thrive and ventured to the Western Continent, where even though the risk of the Continent Martial Arts Competition was too high, mixing in with the underworld wasn't bad either.
