Xue Meng
"Hmm? Did you have a breakthrough?" the saber user's nonchalant voice rang on the summit.
Black clouds billowed ceaselessly, passing in between the two men, concealing their identities. That is until the Katana holder spoke up. His voice sounding somewhat unsure.
"Xue Meng, do you consider yourself undefeatable just because of our last match?"
His voice was crisp and clear, having the quality of sharpness. His posture spoke volumes about his intentions here, yet he did not make the first move and waited for a response.
The person called Xue Meng chuckled. He seemed indifferent even to the Katana holder's presence, almost bored.
His head tilted slightly to the right, his voice sounding genuinely curious.
"Far from it. There are a lot of stronger individuals out there, I have no shame in admitting that. But! That is only because they have been alive longer than me. Otherwise, they would be in the same situation as you today. Don't you think so, little Shun?"