Giant, bright red countdown numbers pulsed on the arena's light screen.
"15... 14... 13..."
The light reflected on the tense faces of every participant.
Li Wen stood still, saber in hand. His aura was deep and restrained, making him seem almost too calm, strangely out of place amidst the oppressive, murderous atmosphere.
He shifted his gaze slightly, sizing up the opponents near him.
Not far to his left was a tall, handsome male student.
This person had also chosen a combat saber. Its blade was gleaming, and he held it in a reverse grip, his power poised but not yet released. He was clearly a skilled saber user.
He felt Li Wen's gaze and turned his head to look back, his sharp eyes filled with scrutiny and evaluation.
When he sensed Li Wen's unremarkable aura—a result of it being so well-controlled as to be completely concealed—a subtle flicker of disdain crossed his eyes.
