Unexpectedly, in the battle between Chu Ming and Duanmu Yezi, the final winner was Chu Ming.
"Tsk tsk tsk, now that's what you call a real dark horse!"
"The destructive power of a swordsman is indeed stronger than that of an ordinary martial artist. Including Chu Ming, half of the top six on the Profound List are swordsmen! This is the first time in years."
"Chu Ming and Fang Zhou are destined to fight, but it's uncertain whether Wang Xuanyi will step in this time."
"Wang Xuanyi didn't make a move in the last tea ceremony. As the host this time, he probably will, right?"
In the audience, people were discussing fervently during the break in the match.
Swish!
Chu Ming flew to Duanmu Yezi's original seat. As soon as he sat down, he felt a surge of energy tightly locking onto him. When he looked around, he saw a young man exuding an overwhelming sword intent, staring at him with a full battle spirit.
Chu Ming frowned, and instantly a name flashed in his mind: Fang Zhou!
