Heavy Sword

Indeed, it was Leo!

Leo's attire wasn't as eye-catching as Joel's, only a common disciple's uniform. His hair was casually unrolled on the back of his head. The clothes on his body also had quite a few creases, the remaining evidence of some fighting.

However, even though his clothes weren't as impressive or as eye-catching as Joel's, his aura wasn't inferior at all. His pace was neither hurried nor slow. His face didn't have a trace of pride, nor did it have a bit of anxiety. It was as if he was coming to a normal appointment.

Seeing there were so many disciples in the sword faction's plaza, Leo couldn't help but feel a bit surprised. Although he knew that this fight would definitely catch the attention of quite a few people, he hadn't thought there would be so many people. Most likely, eight or nine out of every ten of the inner sect disciples had come.