At the Combat Arena.
Li Ya, dressed in black, slowly took the North Sea Heavy Sword off his back. His expression was stern, his gaze fixated on the figure a hundred feet away, eyes full of battle intent.
His opponent was none other than An Hao.
An Hao stood tall, dressed in splendid blue robes, a gold-thread purple belt, his long hair coiled beneath a silver crown inlaid with a golden phoenix. He was adjusting his wristguard, which was crafted finely. A breeze stirred the black locks at the sides of his cheeks, his smile was radiant.
He raised his chin slightly, looked down on Li Ya, and said with a chuckle, "Previously, you relied on the weight of that sword to defeat your enemies. This time, your opponent is me, so don't think you can hide your strength."
Li Ya asked, "An Hao, how old are you this year?"
An Hao answered, "Forty, why?"
Forty years old, at the ninth layer of Core Formation...
Li Ya fell silent, just hearing that invoked jealousy.
