Xu Wuyi stood tall, a dark red spear in hand, his aura as heavy and unmoving as a mountain.
Qin Rui held his sword in one hand, its tip angled toward the ground. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, and his entire being emanated an oppressive, cutting edge.
The two had yet to make a move, but their invisible auras were already clashing in the air, striking unseen sparks.
"I've finally waited for this moment," Qin Rui said, his battle lust undisguised. "Let's see which of us is truly number one."
Xu Wuyi's gaze was calm. He raised his spear slightly. "Please."
There was no more needless talk. The instant the referee's voice called "Begin!" Qin Rui moved.
His initial burst of speed was astonishing, like a bolt of lightning tearing through space. Man and sword had practically merged into one as he thrust straight for Xu Wuyi's core!
Light-Splitting Shadow-Stealing Sword—Shadow-Stealing Form!
