In the Martial Arts Arena, a cold wind swept across the ground.
Su Yu and Wang Nianshen stood on opposite sides, their auras locked onto each other.
At the edge of the arena, Yang Chongren stood with his hands clasped behind his back, a sharp glint in his eyes. Yang Zhen's expression was calm, while Yang Ai nervously wrung her hands.
Farther away, the guards craned their necks. The chance to witness a spar between Martial Artists was a rare one.
"Brother Su, blades have no eyes! Be careful!"
Wang Nianshen shouted, drawing the great saber from his back with a reverse grip in a slightly exaggerated flourish.
VMMMM!
The body of the saber was as wide as a door panel, clearly heavy and powerful. Its sharp edge reflected a dazzling white light under the winter sun.
"This great saber of mine is called Mountain-Breaker. It weighs one hundred and twenty pounds and is forged from refined iron. You'd best be careful, Brother Su!"
