Both of them were sword users, making this match even more exciting. The audience buzzed with anticipation, unsure of who had the advantage.
Sun Yichen drew his sword first, its blade gleaming under the stadium lights, a faint golden aura swirling around it as he channeled his Qi. His stance was firm, his focus razor-sharp.
Fang Zixuan, on the other hand, was completely relaxed. He casually unsheathed his sword, twirling it once before letting it rest loosely in his grip.
Unlike Sun Yichen's steady and focused presence, Fang Zixuan looked like he was here to enjoy himself.
The judge's voice rang through the stadium, "Begin!"
The moment the word left his mouth, Sun Yichen vanished.
A sharp clang echoed as Fang Zixuan barely parried the attack that came at him like a flash of golden lightning. The impact sent him sliding back a few feet, his eyes widening slightly.
"Oh? So fast," Fang Zixuan mused, shaking out his arm.
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