Luu Mingxiang was the first to step onto the stage. He pointed his longsword at Wang Yanfeng and smiled, "Wang Yanfeng, come up here and meet your death!"
"Hmph." Wang Yanfeng snorted coldly and walked onto the stage without a hint of fear. His duel with Liuu Mingxiang had also been set for this day.
'This Wang Yanfeng has some backbone.' Lin Ming could see that Wang Yanfeng's momentum wasn't faked. The gap between Wang Yanfeng and Liuu Mingxiang was too large. Even with his superior talent, it was impossible for Wang Yanfeng to catch up within a month. Yet, in the face of a battle with slim chances of winning, he still possessed both courage and an imposing momentum. That was truly rare.
Wang Yanfeng drew his Treasure Sword. As he poured his True Essence into it, the nine cyan runes of the Nine True Words lit up one by one, their forms several times more solid than during his battle with Lin Ming.
