Lin Yun’s words caused a commotion among the crowd. People already started to take note of him when he ascended the city wall three days ago, so a lot of people were focused on his battle. They wanted to see his strength.

“Consider it my loss if you can draw your sword? Isn’t that a little too arrogant…”

“Haha, he has quite the character. Is it because his sword is faster than Mo Qi’s reaction time?”

“It’s just empty boasting. Mo Qi doesn’t seem weak and they have the same cultivation. Lin Yun won’t have any kind of advantage.” The discussions drew even more attention to the seventh stage.

Pavilion Master Plum and the rest from the Great Qin Empire were rather nervous as this was Lin Yun’s first battle. No matter how optimistic they were about Lin Yun, they hadn’t witnessed his strength personally. So they didn’t know how far he could go in the Draconic Banquet.

“You should be worried if you can last ten moves from me.” Mo Qi sneered as he didn’t...