Lonely on the Arena, two proud warriors face each other.
Zhongshan Wei Sun exuded a scholarly elegance, while Yan Shaofei stood tall with confidence.
One, hands behind his back, moved at ease; the other, hand on his sword, stood out distinctively.
Indeed, even among the exceptional talents at the Guanhe Platform, they were far from mediocre.
Only Dou Zhao's Seven Forms of Battle were too dazzling, and Zhongxuan Zun's white robe fluttered too freely.
These suppressed the renown of the other proud warriors, making them seem somewhat inferior.
But having come to this grand meeting of various country's proud warriors, who would willingly play a supporting role?
All having reached the semi-finals, who wouldn't fight for the top?
From the beginning, they came to the Guanhe Platform aiming for the title of the best in the world!
No matter how brilliant Dou Zhao and Zhongxuan Zun were, they couldn't undermine their confidence.
