「Early the next morning.」
Ningchuan City. Ningchuan Martial Arts Academy. Martial Arts Plaza.
"You've lost!"
A sharp cry boomed, echoing high above the Martial Arts Arena.
A young man, stripped to the waist, stood at the center. His muscles bulged and his long black hair danced in the wind, his wild and fierce aura blanketing the entire arena.
At his feet lay a handsome man in a white training uniform. He was coughing up blood, his life hanging by a thread.
The teachers and students in the audience were dumbfounded, unable to believe what they were seeing.
"Even the top disciple lost! We have no one left to send up!"
"Did you see that? The Grassland Sword Saint's disciple only used a single strike."
"What a monster. To think the Grassland could produce such a terrifying monster... It's horrifying..."
Everyone looked at the fierce young man, their gazes filled with deep-seated fear.
The man standing on the arena was none other than the disciple of the Grassland Sword Saint.
