Chapter 374: Hot-blooded Brothers

Just as Moss was worrying over whether or not Belo would be able to live through his match, Rinloran was in a state of extreme danger!

Beneath Rinloran’s feet was an extremely coarse and bumpy floor made of black stone.

Countless rifts had been cut into the floor, seemingly with a sword, spelling out: “Peerless Sword: First Style.”

On the other side of this dim training room about twenty meters away from Rinloran stood a swordsman made of light who was more or less the same size as him.

This swordsman was an entity of arcane energy condensed by the training room.

“Plop…”

A drop of blood-containing sweat flowed along Rinloran’s face and dripped onto the black stone floor, crisply breaking the silence within the training room.

Atop Rinloran’s pale forehead was a single bloody line.

After a moment of slight hesitation, Rinloran took a deep breath and began to approach the swordsman yet again.

The motionless swordsman abruptly drew its sword.

Rinloran’s eyes filled with shock as he quickly withdrew...