"Dou Xiao."
The silver-haired young man stood suspended above the arena's surface, his originally indifferent eyes fixated on Lin Mo, revealing a sharp glint that made it intimidating to look directly at him.
"Lin Mo."
Lin Mo politely clasped his fist in return. To have defeated numerous challengers and stand here was evidence of formidable strength, deserving of respect.
"I know it's difficult to defeat you, but I hope you give it your all, as a sign of respect to me." Dou Xiao said slowly, his voice filled with a deep fighting spirit.
After a brief pause, Lin Mo summoned the Xuanyuan Sword, holding it in his hand. Using his full strength was also a form of respect for his opponent.
"Alright, don't think I'm just one of those weaklings," Dou Xiao said, eyes suddenly becoming sharp upon seeing the Xuanyuan Sword. After all, in the previous battles, Lin Mo hadn't even used a weapon.
Whoosh!
