Lu Yanghui confidently strode into the arena and stood face-to-face with Ling Xuelin. Both were formidable swordsmen who had clashed before, but neither had ever managed to claim victory.0

"Lu Yanghui, I heard you argued with one of your manor's disciples on the way here. Is there any truth to that?" Ling Xuelin asked, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.0

Everyone had heard Lu Yanghui openly mock Liu Wuxie on the way to the Divine Dragon Platform.0

"That's an internal matter of the Renowned Sword Manor, and it has nothing to do with you. Take my sword!" Lu Yanghui spun the sword into a cascade of brilliant flowers, unleashing a formidable sword aura. He opened with a flourish that drew cheers from the crowd.0

The spectators immediately recognized Lu Yanghui as a true swordsman. They were focused less on the outcome and more on witnessing a grand spectacle.0

Even the experts in the special guest seats nodded in approval. Both had mastered a high level of swordsmanship.0

"Lu Yanghui, don't assume they sent me second because I'm weaker. If you believe that, you're gravely...0