The many battles that had been accumulated before the sword's edge were not in vain, so the effect that erupted was still very powerful.
Cha Bingli struggled to get up, staring incredulously at the sword's edge.
Yang Chen said to Cha Wuxun, "You go and try."
Cha Wuxun's face slightly darkened, he nodded, took off his shirt, walked into the arena, and stared at the sword's edge.
He looked at the sword's edge with anticipation, wanting to test his skills against it.
Although Ancheng valued martial arts, every martial arts school kept their techniques under tight wraps, never exchanging them with the outside world.
So, it was challenging for them to find someone evenly matched to spar with, and from his perspective, the sword's edge should be on par with his own strength, allowing for a hearty battle.
"Begin!" Yang Chen said lightly.
As soon as the words fell, the two of them shouted in unison and charged at each other.
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Cloud Mist Mountain.
