Inside the arena.
Gazing at the eight men and two women not far away.
Ye Luo held his long sword, tilting his head slightly downward, a few strands of hair fluttering in the wind, hiding his eyes.
"You strike first. Bring out your strongest skills. I will only strike once, and after one stroke, if you have not been defeated, then consider me the loser,"
Ye Luo spoke softly.
His voice was moderate.
It reached the ears of those ten disciples, igniting an unnamed rage within them.
One against ten was already bad enough.
Now he's saying he'll only strike once?
Although they were disciples of the Hidden Sect, wasn't this too arrogant?
All ten disciples silently took out their magical treasures and started using their spells, getting ready to make a move.
Just then.
One of the male disciples spoke up, "My specialty is in setting up formations. Since you've said to show our strongest skills, my best is the Array. I wonder if I may set one up?"
Set up a formation?!
