"Congratulations on becoming the Champion. Do you plan to defend your title, or will you take the prize money and leave?" the host asked as he stepped forward.
"Defend the title!" Yang Qi's voice was calm. He hadn't come here to win money; he was here to send a warning to the True Martial White Tower. He hoped they would feel the pressure and join forces with the Black Wolf Sect. That way, it would save him the trouble of seeking them out one by one.
The plan is progressing very smoothly. The Black Wolf Sect should be panicking by now.
"I'm here to challenge you!"
A tall man leaped up from the preparation area. He held a long sword and his breathing was steady; he was clearly a master of the sword.
"Make your move!" Yang Qi beckoned.
"Hmph!" The man felt underestimated. He flicked his long sword, which thrust toward Yang Qi like a venomous snake. His swordsmanship was deceptive. Perhaps he thought Yang Qi wouldn't be able to block it.
