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Round Eighty-Nine.
The last battle.
Thousand Swords Emperor versus Liu Ruofei, outstanding swordsmen of different eras in the South Sea, finally encountered each other.
"Liu Ruofei, you're luckier than I am, had there been a swordsman superior to me in my time, my achievements would not have stopped here,"
Thousand Swords Emperor said indifferently.
"You are also very lucky now."
Liu Ruofei said.
This statement took some people by surprise, but on second thought, Shi Xiaole indeed qualified as a contender for Thousand Swords Emperor. From this perspective, Liu Ruofei wasn't wrong.
"Perhaps."
Thousand Swords Emperor squinted his eyes slightly, neither confirming nor denying.
There was silence in the arena for a moment, and then Liu Ruofei made his move. As soon as his sword was drawn, darkness enveloped the surroundings of the Fate platform, with a single line of brightness at the center, like the ephemeral light of a freshly struck match.
