872 Sing and Charge

"That guy is truly strong!"

"He looks like a sword cultivator, doesn't he? But he didn't even draw his sword!"

"It's almost humiliating. His opponent was crushed too easily!"

"Isn't he the Sword God's heir? He does know what he's doing. I wish I won't run into him; I don't want to expose my trump cards just yet."

All the contestants in the third region were more or less wary of the young man carrying a wooden sword.

They prayed that they wouldn't run into him, since he had secured a victory all too easily.

Above the continent—a palace was floating underneath a glass dome. Two men were seated in a pavilion outside the temple next to a table with dishes. What the dishes were made of was unclear, but they smelled delicious.

All the servants present were slim and pretty women clad in beautiful clothing; all of them were gulping in secret after seeing the wonderful food on the table.