"Is there any doubt? Senior Brother Shi placed fourth in the last competition, and now he's already at the Late-stage Refining Organ Realm, on the verge of breaking through to the Peak! His Saber Technique is overwhelmingly powerful. How can a rookie like Jiang Che, who just broke through, possibly compare?"
In the stands, Situ Zhen, the head of the Thunder Shock Courtyard, turned directly to Xu Qingshan and said, "Old Xu, care to make a bet? I'll wager that your precious disciple can't last ten moves against Shi Poyue!"
Xu Qingshan's eyes widened, and he readily accepted. "A bet it is! If my disciple wins, that fifty-year-old vintage of Fire Soul Wine you've been hoarding is mine!"
"Fine! It's a deal! If my disciple wins, you'll have to give me a pound of Cold Spirit Tea!"
"Done!"
...
On the fighting stage, the burly Shi Poyue stood like an iron tower, wielding a massive, thick-backed broadsaber. An immense, stifling pressure emanated from him.
