Inside the arena, the spectators were cheering wildly for Sima Yu Ling.
Their bets were on her and with her being a cultivator with fair and delicate skin certainly helped with her popularity.
Lin Er who was dressed in rough clothes and had a healthy tan on her looked different in comparison.
Only one person other than Lao Er was rooting for her.
Lin Xuan Qi glanced at Ling Er who also had the same determined look that Lao Er had.
He leaned back onto his seat after he saw her being confident and had a sip of the tea that was served to him.
After Lao Er's match, he figured that it would be too much of a difference for her.
Sing!
Ling Er drew out her sword and she approached Sima Yu Ling slowly.
With every step she took, she turned her wrist to make the blade of the sword move slightly.
Sima Yu Ling thought that she would attack initially when she did so, and Sima Yu Ling shifted her feet to move to the left.
