Bab 294: Sorry, I'm late.

In the immortal Sword Sect Battle Arena, a huge crowd of outer disciples gathered, buzzing with excitement at the prospect of the upcoming battle.

The air buzzed with chatter as disciples whispered eagerly among themselves.

"I can't believe a newcomer would dare to make Senior Brother wait!"

"It was bold of him to challenge someone as strong as Senior Brother Lin in the first place! I heard that the newcomer was in the Qi Refinement Realm!"

"What! Hahaha, who's that idiot~"

"Damn, that person is really fearless; he's already 12 minutes late! Senior Brother Lin must be getting impatient."

The battle arena was as big as half a football field, unlike the training grounds. This battle arena was designed specifically for disciples to compete against each other.

The smooth, polished stone floor gleamed under the afternoon sun, reflecting the nervous energy crackling in the air.