In the waiting area, Wang Ye rubbed the sword rabbit's ear and watched the little guy polish its wooden sword with a serious expression.
It sat up straight and placed the wooden sword in its furry paws, wiping the sword back and forth with its fur. Its eyes were focused as if what was in its hand was not a wooden sword, but its life. Because it was too serious, it did not even notice that Wang Ye was rubbing its ears.
Suddenly, the sword rabbit's paws paused, and it looked out of the corner of its eyes as if it had sensed something.
A clear, spring-like sword hum sounded faintly as if announcing something.
At the same time, the other beastmasters in the waiting area stood up one after another, probably sensing something as well.
"It's starting!"
"I can sense the aura of the sword!"
"Sword resonation. As a swordsman, if one can't even do this, one shouldn't even participate in this meet!"
"I wonder if my sword bear can..."
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