Lu quickly took a leap back to avoid his head being skewered by Sima Yi's sword.
Slice.
However, he wasn't fast enough to avoid being hurt; the blade of Sima Yi's sword slit a wound on his cheek.
"You shall regret this!" Lu shouted and pulled back his arm, ignoring the blood dripping onto the ground, ready to unleash another strike at Sima Yi.
Sima Yi also got ready and the golden glow engulfed his body.
"Is that the Artifact Armor that the soldiers were protesting about?"
"I think so?"
"It seemed to be working fine to me."
"Who knows what actually happened?"
"Who cares by now, the most important thing is for Lu to win…"
The crowd saw the effect of the Sima Family Golden Armor and they were surprised by it.
But their focus was on Lu winning the match as they had placed their bets on him.
Zhao Geng Nian and the Qing Feng Sect disciples frowned when they heard the chatter that was going on around them.
