Qiao Qian charged at Wang Meng, his Hundred Spirits Sword erupting in a dazzling white light as he brought it down on his opponent's head.
The Sword Qi instantly extended, and fueled by the Sword Slash spell, it transformed into a massive, thirty-foot-long Light Saber.
BOOM...
Wang Meng lightly sidestepped, and the Sword Slash struck the ground beside him. The resulting blast of Sword Qi sent his hair flying. Qiao Qian was already upon him. In close combat, the aura of Elemental Power radiating from the Hundred Spirits Sword was immensely oppressive. Wang Meng dodged repeatedly as the blade swept past, his body swaying as gracefully as a willow in the wind.
"Tianyi, don't you want to go watch?" Mingren asked. Since the start of the grand competition, Li Tianyi hadn't shown the slightest bit of impatience. Instead, he was calmly practicing his swordsmanship.
"Senior, there's nothing worth watching. Thunderlight Hall is guaranteed to win."
