His face was weather-beaten, and he looked to be around forty-five years old. The large blade in his hand, shaped like an Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, was over three meters long.
Tang Wen looked behind him.
Li Zi trotted up, her chest bouncing noticeably under her clothes. She hesitantly handed him a Bamboo Blade. "Are you really going to use this toy blade?" she asked, worried.
"Don't worry."
Tang Wen took the Bamboo Blade and walked to the center of the arena.
Everyone could see clearly, but they were completely baffled.
A Bamboo Blade. Everyone had seen one, and perhaps even trained with one.
But no one would ever use it in a real fight.
A blade that shattered on impact had no practical use in combat.
If anything, it was a liability.
'Youngsters just love to be different!'
'He'll learn his lesson the hard way!'
The women were filled with anticipation, yet afraid Tang Wen would get hurt.
The vast majority of the men were just waiting to see him make a fool of himself.
