On the Martial God Hall high platform.
A smug expression appeared on the face of the city councilor, William, as he looked toward Bai Ming. "A disciple of Myriad Sword Pavilion, perhaps he was a bit too arrogant?"
Bai Ming's eye twitched. "So, according to Councilor William, your son is guaranteed to win?"
"Of course!" Councilor William declared loudly, making sure that everyone in attendance, including his son, could hear:
"Fighting a Martial Artist is not the same as fighting a Vicious Beast."
"Even if he has the skill for Nine Swords in a Line, he will never have the opportunity to use it in battle."
These words rang out in the colosseum. Little William could hear them clearly, and his eyes were narrowed at Qin Mu.
Nine Swords in Line? The Myriad Sword Pavilion's ultimate move?
Tsk. Well, too bad I know about it now.
You'll never get that chance. Your Cultivation rank is way below where you could ever hope to pierce my defense as a Ninth-Rank Commander!
