A young man emerged, dressed in a blue robe, wielding a long spear.
"I am Liuzhou..."
"Enough, I don't need to remember the names of the dead," Xu Zimei cut off the young man's words before he could finish.
"Arrogant," the youth snorted coldly, holding his long spear as he unleashed a sky-piercing spear intent towards Xu Zimei.
With a clang," the sound of a drawing blade reached everyone's ears before the spectators could react.
The young man's long spear was already broken in half, and even his body was split into two.
"With one move," Xu Zimei sheathed his sword and stood, speaking indifferently.
"This blade," the noble son who lent the blade narrowed his eyes, stroking his chin and pondering something.
With Xu Zimei's victory, the audience's excitement grew even more fervent.
Meanwhile, the opponents in the waiting area continued to take the stage one after another.
But the subsequent opponents were all finished by Xu Zimei with a single strike of his blade.
