Kyrian nodded and headed toward the designated arena. A small crowd of around a hundred people had already gathered around the elevated ring, their eyes fixed on the combatants preparing to fight. Some whispered among themselves, placing bets on who would win.
His opponent was already waiting. He was a sturdy young man wearing green robes, holding a longsword that shimmered with Wind Qi.
He was at the Fifth Stage of the Core Formation Realm, one stage above Kyrian. His cultivation was fully unleashed, and he looked at Kyrian with obvious arrogance, his eyes sweeping over his opponent with disdain.
"My name is Han Wei," the young man said, his voice full of confidence with a hint of provocation.
"I'll finish you off quickly. Those purple eyes of yours... some kind of special physique, aren't they? That won't help you against me."
Kyrian did not reply. He looked at the young man as though he were an ant, someone unworthy of more than a passing thought.
