"So—!!"
"Fellow Cultivators, place your bets! Wager your hard-earned Spirit Stones on the fighter you believe in!"
At the female host's command.
From either side of the blood-splattered stage came the grinding sound of machinery.
Two iron portcullises rose, and the arena match officially began.
Qing Yueqiu emerged from the dust and mist, gripping her Luminous Shadow Sword. From beneath her mask, her crimson eyes glinted with savage killing intent, locked tightly onto the deathly pale man coming out of the opposite tunnel.
'According to my Master's teachings, the Divine Soul Cultivators of the Nine Nether Sect are the trickiest opponents. Their methods are treacherous, and the longer the fight drags on, the worse it is for me. Once they figure out my attack patterns, unexpected complications are bound to arise.'
With this in mind, Qing Yueqiu's legs filled with Spiritual Qi. She erupted with power, becoming a blur as she lunged forward.
