Atop the platform, Gu Fan stood with his arms folded, exhaling heavily in a lethargic manner devoid of enthusiasm, which paradoxically lent him an air of unfathomable depth. After all, such an intense martial arts competition was about to commence, and yet this man appeared completely unfazed.
Carrying a heavy gait, Jiang Tie of the Northern Desert Sword climbed onto the platform, his eyes brimming with fighting spirit and a hint of resentment – the very image of a combatant ready for a martial arts duel.
"I'm actually going to lose to this guy?" thought Jiang Tie, his heart filled with reluctance as he slowly drew his sword, and with it, a wave of murderous look swept across the platform.
Gu Fan was taken aback, "Good heavens, such intense murderous look – could this guy actually be serious?"