The atmosphere in the Martial Arts Arena was heavy and grim.
Chen Lin slowly drew the Long Sword from his waist. The blade, like a pool of tranquil autumn water, gleamed with a deep blue light under the sun, a faint sound of tides accompanying it.
With a slight tremor of his wrist, he pointed the sword's tip toward the ground. A heavy, dense True Qi radiated from him, making the surrounding air feel thick and viscous.
"Please!"
Chen Lin spoke, his tone steady. "This sword is named 'Sea-Covering.' It is a Top-Grade Treasure Artifact and has been with me for many years. It's like an extension of my own arm, so it would be inconvenient for me to switch to an ordinary weapon. I hope you will forgive me."
His words served as a warning, yet they were tinged with a casual arrogance.
Chen Qing's expression was calm. He gave his Cloud-Coiling Spear a casual swing, its tip pointing toward his opponent from afar. "It's no matter," he said lightly. "Please, Senior Brother."
