Following Li Meirong's tremendous display of brutality on her first round, the second opponent reluctantly stepped onto the stage. Wielding a pair steel battle axes, he stood ready to fight. His hands gripped the long wooden shaft of each axe so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
The second opponent was an outer sect disciple from the Sword Bearer's division, who had only recently joined the ranks of inner sect disciples. The newly recruited junior wished to prove his worth by winning a few battles in the prestigious tournament.
Yet, at the moment, the second opponent was having second thoughts about joining this competition. The casual way in which Li Meirong had trampled on her previous competitor without so much as batting an eyelash, had left the second opponent a little rattled.
If one were to look close enough, little beads of perspiration could be seen forming on his brow.
