Qin Tian lay at the edge of the Battle Platform, his eyes filled with shock as he looked at Xu Nian—yet what was stronger was the intense unwillingness.
He never dreamed that Xu Nian would become so powerful.
In the preparation area, both Ji Yun and Zhao Yan furrowed their brows.
Neither of them spoke, but their eyes were filled with hostility.
"Don't rush, the real power of Qin Tian lies in his swordsmanship. Maybe this Xu Nian is just good at hand-to-hand combat," Ji Yun spoke up.
Zhao Yan nodded, agreeing that even if Xu Nian was strong, he couldn't be that formidable.
"I told you to draw your weapon or you won't stand a chance. I held back with that kick just now; from here on, I won't be holding back," Xu Nian said indifferently.
Qin Tian was seething with anger. Xu Nian's words were a blatant insult to him.
"Fine, since you want to witness my swordsmanship, I shall oblige." With a cold snort, Qin Tian's hand materialized an extremely sharp Xuan Iron Sword.