On the North Arena, wild winds suddenly rise as Drake Yu and Colin Su clash fiercely, their battle so intense that brutal waves of energy fill the platform. Spectators below can only gasp in shock, faces full of awe and fear.
On the South Arena.
Zack Zhao shouted harshly, his blood-red eyes locked tightly onto Evan Lin.
"Since you want to see my Misty Rain Sword, I'll grant your wish today!"
Zack Zhao roared, his voice tearing with rage.
Evan Lin shifted his gaze from the North Arena to Zack Zhao in front of him, eyes calm. With a slight shake of his arm, the battered stone sword in his hand instantly crumbled to dust and vanished.
"Draw your sword."
Evan uttered these two simple words, his gaze fearless and faintly curious.
Only then did the crowd below the South Arena turn their heads, looking up at the stage.
Uncle Victor Li's face suddenly tensed, eyes full of vigilance. Yvonne Zhu was briefly stunned as she saw Zack Zhao trembling to his feet, blood streaming from his mouth. Yet his expression was utterly crazed as he reached for his waist, mimicking the motion of drawing a blade—making Yvonne's pretty face turn pale with shock.
"What is he doing?"
Seeing Zack Zhao's stance, the crowd below looked bewildered.
Most had only heard rumors of the Southriver Sword Sect's Five Swords, but few truly knew what those blades looked like.
"The Misty Rain Sword you want to see is right here! Since you want to die so badly, I'll grant your wish! I'll grant your wish!"
Blood streamed even more fiercely from Zack Zhao's mouth, but he seemed unfazed by the pain. He reached for his waist with one hand, gripped tightly, then bent forward in a ready stance.
At the same time, the crowd below the South Arena, which had felt a bit hot, suddenly sensed a rush of moisture in the air.
It was as if water had been splashed in front of them, transforming into a fine, transparent mist that settled on their skin.
Pop...
A faint sound echoed softly, reaching everyone's ears.
Like a drop of water falling into a lake.