A disciple asked in a low tone, they looked around and waited for the people who were supposed to fight to appear.
At this moment, the sound of something shooting through the hair was heard, followed by a loud bang of something landing heavily on the arena.
Wing swept up snow and caused a small snow screen, the disciples were surprised and they all looked at the arena with anticipation.
The snow slowly settled, and a figure in heavy armor was revealed; it was a handsome young man with red hair and a thin face; his cold eyes were as cold as the snow as he stared at the crowd of disciples.
On his hand was a large sword with a wide blade that was several centimeters wide and had a slanted edge. The hilt of the sword was made of a strange black material, and a small image of a bear was carved at the bottom of the hilt. The soldier gripped the sword hilt and rested the dull side of its blade on his shoulder plate, he excluded the aura of a level 5 expert.
