The more Lucios watched the two, the more his thin, old lips curved, a huge smile taking over his wrinkled face.
He waved his hands, and then two orbs of light hovered over the two young men.
Qingyi observed his opponent with interest before climbing into the arena, cracking his knuckles and holding the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword firmly.
"You have a beautiful sword, stranger. My name is Lux, what is yours?" The young man asked, extending his hand.
"Qingyi." Qingyi replied briefly and coldly, accepting Lux's handshake.
The moment he extended his hand, however, he sensed danger.
His left foot sank slightly into the ground, his vision blurring as he changed direction in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, the saber Lux carried at his waist became nothing more than a golden blur, his right hand moving at an absurd speed.
A sharp crack echoed, and then a powerful slash tore the arena in half, missing Qingyi by inches.
