Lu Qingshan stepped off the arena and closed his eyes to rejuvenate his spirit.
This time, even the eternally tranquil Taibai Sword Master unconsciously spared Lu Qingshan an extra glance.
The Taibai Sword Master, while somewhat appreciative of Lu Qingshan's previous performance, hadn't felt compelled to give him a second look until now.
After all, what Lu Qingshan had achieved was something he himself had been capable of during his Golden Core phase, and even then, he had done it better.
But ever since he witnessed with his own eyes that Lu Qingshan, at the age of eighteen, had cultivated his Flying Sword to the level of Sword Burst Thunder Sound, he finally took the young man a bit more seriously.
He recalled in his mind, "It seems that I only reached that point when I was in my twenties, right? This kid..."
In the second round of the arena fights, most of the matches were still one-sided.
