Lin Xuan and Huang Ming faced off. Lin Xuan's expression was placid, but Huang Ming was practically radiating fighting spirit. The sword in his hand pulsed with Sword Intent, as if he were seconds away from running Lin Xuan through.
It wasn't that Lin Xuan looked down on Huang Ming; it was simply that there was no suspense in this battle. It was entirely unnecessary from the start. But since Huang Ming was so intent on courting death, he had no one to blame but himself.
"This is a sparring match. Pull your punches. Anyone who intentionally tries to kill their opponent will be permanently barred from joining Qingcheng Mansion!" Elder Chen announced, looking at them sternly. With a sharp wave of his hand, he declared, "The match begins now!"
The words had barely faded when Huang Ming let out a sinister laugh. "Brother Lin, I'll give you a three-move head start. I won't make a move until after your third!"
