God-Level All-rounder Expert

Chapter 693: Chapter 763: Drawing Weapons

King of Swords sneered, "What Masked Hero, if you’re capable, tear off that piece of cloth on your face and show your true identity." He slung his long saber over his shoulder.

Fang Yi laughed and said, "Not at all, not at all. If you haven’t even heard of the Masked Hero, it only shows your lack of worldly experience."

Immediately, the King of Swords glared with fury brimming in his copper eyes.

The descendant of the Drunken Fist, Lv Fang, burst into laughter and said, "Masked Brother, what you said is truly amusing. I hope you can fight to the last so we can have a good, hearty battle."

Fang Yi had a good impression of Lv Fang and smiled, "But you must first overcome the pesky Sword Nutjob."

"Him?" Lv Fang initially scoffed, but after locking eyes with the Sword Nutjob, he rubbed the back of his head and said with an embarrassed smile, "Alright, alright, close enough."

"You and I are worlds apart," the Sword Nutjob stated calmly.

"..." Lv Fang was left speechless by the hit to his ego.

Fang Yi picked up Black Prison and slowly walked towards the center of the arena. It was time for his duel with the King of Swords. Perhaps the organizers considered the venue too small and thus let them start the duel, to be followed by the Sword Nutjob’s match against Lv Fang.

Holding the massive Black Prison on his shoulder, Fang Yi moved steadily towards the center, while the King of Swords approached from the opposite side, saber in hand. As the two met in the heart of the arena, the surrounding area gradually fell silent, though low murmurs persisted.

"Who exactly is that Masked Hero, and does he have the strength to defeat the King of Swords?"

"It could be strength or luck, perhaps he has a chance at victory."

"That’s not necessarily true. The King of Swords’ grandfather was the Old King of Swords, a fighter of the third Heavenly Level who once dominated with a great saber. Now the King of Swords is said to be at the Half-step Heavenly, so even if the Masked Hero is highly skilled and lucky, he’s likely to face a crushing defeat."

"The matchup of the Masked Hero against the King of Swords, how interesting..."

The discussions continued.

Hua Huiyue’s cheeks grew paler, losing blood color, making her look incredibly frail. The sparkle in her crystal-clear eyes dimmed as well, yet a hint of joy quietly graced her features.

"Little one, I hope you can do it," Hua Huiyue muttered to herself, watching the silhouette in the center of the arena.

Beside her, Yang Chengji turned slightly, catching Hua Huiyue’s gaze firmly fixed on the center of the arena, causing a pang of heartache within him.

He felt frustrated and resentful. Why couldn’t he fight to the last? Why was it this damn fool who got to fight to

intently at the stalwart figure, muttering to himself, "No matter, there’s still... a feast to come..." with a sinister smile lurking in

from behind, bowing her head, "I’m sorry,

Sect has never been known for confrontation. You reaching the

acknowledged, feeling somewhat relieved in her

Yuzhi then asked, "Ge’er, who do you

Su Ge’er

"Why?"

"...Instinct."

...

Yi stood silently, the massive Black Prison resting quietly by his

forward, pointing his saber at Fang Yi, "I’ve taken care of that nuisance for you, now let’s have a proper fight. I hope you bring out all your strength

Yi smiled faintly, "It’s just a sparring match, we should

admit defeat," King of Swords declared, "my

and

glint flashed in the King of Swords’ eyes; in the next moment, he lunged

Half-step Heavenly!

struck with a slash that came fast as a streak of

a fast blade!" someone

flashed, and as the long blade was cleaving down, he immediately executed the Divine Travel Steps, propelling himself backward in midair. Knife King’s blade

hissed through the air, a ceaseless silver shimmer. Fang Yi’s

a few blinks, Knife King had Fang Yi cornered, the

Fang Yi remained calm and collected, not sustaining

Facing Knife King and not

his weapon is

necks, watching the battle unfold with a mix of curiosity and surprise. Why wasn’t Fang

...

emerged from halfway up the

its body blending in brilliantly with the

seductively

behind the pilot was a young

bound; she could move freely. Even she found it puzzling. As a hostage, she should