Ye Changkong
Editor: Simple MTL
To put it bluntly, none of the young people present were worthy of Lin An's attention!
Lin An retrieved a sword from the system space that he had drawn two days ago when he had nothing better to do.
After entering, there was already a person holding a sharp knife and spear waiting on the stage.
There was a guard under each stage who was in charge of supervising, and Lin An was no exception.
Seeing that the two of them had confirmed their weapons, the guard took out a notebook, asked for their names, and recorded them down. Then, he said expressionlessly, "Let the match begin!"
Whoosh!
Just as the sound of the match starting rang out, the spear cultivator immediately rushed towards Lin An, the spear in his hand sweeping towards Lin An.
Lin An was extremely calm. The long blade in his hand suddenly slashed forward!
Clang!
Metal and stone vibrated. Sparks flew!