"Why do you have so many skills?"
"Because I am a Divine Artifact."
"Are all Divine Artifacts like this?"
"Not necessarily, mine is rather flamboyant, actually. Some Divine Artifacts have very specific and fierce powers."
"Oh..."
The conversation ended.
...
The arena.
The dwarf waited cautiously for five or six minutes.
"Hey..."
"What?" the long-haired man asked.
"He wouldn't have teleported away, would he?" the dwarf said.
The long-haired man shook his head,
"He wouldn't be that stupid. You see, I now declare—"
"If no one else challenges, I will become the City Lord of Holy City."
"I ask one last time, is there anyone else who wishes to challenge me?"
A moment passed.
Another moment.
"Of course, there is."
Wu Xiaode's voice echoed.
He emerged from the Void, standing on the arena.
"Die!"
The dwarf roared.
A thousand glinting edges of his dual sabers surrounded Wu Xiaode on all sides, trapping him in the middle.
Wu Xiaode glanced at them.