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At this moment on the arena, the Scholarly Sword wielded a rusty iron sword that seemed to transform into a storm, overwhelming and piercing towards Ye Xuan.
"Stab, stab, stab!"
The rusty iron sword, carrying the momentum of thunder, was unstoppable as it stabbed fiercely towards Ye Xuan with immense force.
"What a fast sword!"
Ye Xuan was startled, his brows furrowing deeply, and he dared not hesitate for a moment as he quickly dodged to evade.
Having cultivated the Yantian Great Dao Technique, Ye Xuan's speed was incredibly fast; in an instant, he avoided the frenzied stabbing of the Scholarly Sword.
"Such speed."
The Scholarly Sword's eyes lit up, squinting as he stared intently at the evasive Ye Xuan, exclaiming in surprise.
"Ying Tian, you leave the arena for now. I'll handle things here. Since he wants a fight, I'll accompany him to the end!"
Ye Xuan snorted coldly, speaking with indifference.
