But before this conversation could get more heated as the Elder of the Seven Extreme Sword Sect showed anger in his eyes, the gong of the arena rang, calling everyone to focus their attention on the fighting pit.
The announcer briefly introduced the fight, along with acknowledging the important guests, and then the tension began rising as silence and anticipation gradually descended on the entire arena.
The Disciple of the Seven Extreme Swords Sect seemed to be saying something, an arrogant look on his face, very resembling the one that the Inner Court Elder of his Sect had when talking to Wei Yuanjie.
But Duan Feng was completely unperturbed, and as always, tight-lipped to the extreme without uttering a word. He simply slowly raised up the sword still in its sheathe, to vertically hold it in front of his face, while his right hand gripped the handle from above.
