Soon, Wang Ruquan handed over the items for the duel to the Outer Elder responsible for safeguarding them.
As for Ling Feng's Ghost Eye, being part of his body, it didn't need to be taken out for now; there was no possibility of reneging under the watchful eyes of everyone present.
"Heh, Ling Feng, soon you'll understand the true meaning of despair!"
Wang Ruquan gracefully landed on the arena, and slowly drew out a blood-red long sword. Although its quality was slightly inferior to the previous one, it was still undeniably a Low Grade Holy Artifact.
Wang Ruquan stood proudly, his Combat Energy soaring to the skies. While it was better not to speak of his character, he was indeed somewhat talented.
"Do you think that after defeating the Ghost Eye Cold Crow in Snow Wolf Valley, your strength surpasses mine? Heh, let me tell you, if I hadn't underestimated my enemy that day and got ambushed, you would never have had the chance to show off!"
