From the audience's perspective,
They saw Terence move into action the moment he stepped on stage. He charged at Zheng Cheng, surrounded by a flurry of swords, like a madman.
In just five seconds, he covered a hundred meters.
"Die!"
His broadsword, as large as a door panel, gleamed with a blinding light as it was brought down fiercely.
"Pfft!"
"Such speed..."
"Zheng Cheng wasn't even able to react!"
"Did he win?"
"With that sword strike, even a steel puppet could be split into two!"
"Holy crap... Terence is brutal!"
"I wonder if Zheng Cheng can handle him. If he can't, we can only rely on Qin Zheng or Zhu Chengyu..."
Loud discussions could be heard from the surrounding crowd. Almost all eyes were fixed on the two fighters on the stage.
Seconds later, the sword aura dissipated, revealing the figures on the stage.
No!
Rather, there were three figures!
Between Zheng Cheng and Terence, another figure stood tall.
A figure bathed in blood red!
"What is that?"