"That man is very scary," said Ling Yichen softly.
Ling Chuxi nodded in agreement with Ling Yichen. In that young man's eyes, there lay an indifference towards all things, but at the same time, there was a kind of concentration. It was the kind of concentration that only people who had an immense fervency for the martial arts path possessed.
"Chu Jianyi." The baby-faced young man was silent for a moment before spitting out these words. Reporting his name was a sign of respect toward his opponent.
"Shao Nansong." Shao Nansong also did the same.
"I will allow you three moves," announced Chu Jianyi as he drew his sword without any fanciful moves. Just like himself, there was not the least bit of light upon the blade. With a closer look, one would see that it was actually a blunt sword without edges.
Chu Jianyi's words were so ordinary and yet they made the atmosphere around the fighting ring light right up.
