Slip Up

Seeing no one respond, Li Yan jumped onto the arena.

"You were lucky to be able to win consecutively, but now that you met me, your luck has run out." Li Yan said as he gazed disdainfully at Cui Da.

"It's not like you are the one who gives me luck." Cui Da retorted.

"But I am the one who will give you bad luck." Li Yan retorted back.

"Then, you better be prepared to be unlucky as someone who brought bad luck."

Li Yan just snorted.

When the referee announced the start of the match, the two of them attacked together.

Clang!

Clang!

The sound of sword clashes reverberated. Li Yan's sword technique was exquisite and looked beautiful, but one cannot judge it like those beautiful sword techniques that aimed for entertainment. Even though it was beautiful, it was also sharp and precise.