Xiao Ming's First Victory

THUD!

A powerful, resonating sound echoed across the arena, similar to the roll of thunder, shaking the very ground beneath it.

The force of the sound caused ripples of panic to spread among the spectators.

The stage trembled, struggling to contain the violent surge of energy from the sheer weight of Bai Hongyi's stance, the ground beneath his feet cracking slightly as he prepared to strike.

Bai Wujue, standing unfazed at the other end of the stage, sneered.

"Attack me with all you have, and save me the trouble of watching your pointless dance moves."

His words dripped with condescension, and Bai Hongyi's face flushed a deep shade of green, his fury barely contained.

"You're not worthy of even standing before me!" Bai Hongyi spat maliciously, his voice vibrating with anger.

With a swift motion, he swung his sword, the blade cutting through the air with lethal intent.

WHOOSH!