Arena Five, Lin Xuan faced Jin Xu.
"Hey, hey, kid, you're unlucky to encounter me!" Jin Xu laughed wildly, "If you're willing to admit defeat on your own, you might suffer less!"
Lin Xuan, expressionless with a dark red longsword on his back, looked at Jin Xu and said, "You talk too much."
"Kid, since you're seeking death, I'll grant it!" Jin Xu furiously clapped his hand on his sword sheath, and the longsword came out in response. His entire form turned into a radiant flash, charging towards Lin Xuan.
"Good swordsmanship!" Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows, "Worthy of a disciple who passed the first round, your skills are indeed extraordinary. This swordsmanship already has a hint of Sword Force, fierce and incomparable."
Before the sword arrived, the Sword Qi had already reached.
Lin Xuan stood immovable like a mountain. As the sword edge approached, he suddenly made his move, swift as lightning, striking his palm onto the sword body.