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Final

The spring breeze blows gently, warm, stroking the face. The sprinkling of dew grains in Luna Mist waterfall feels fresh, touching the cheeks.

On the arena stage, two young men stood staring at each other, ready to fight.

One with long hair looks like he's in the wind. The impression is mysterious. While the other young man, he looks neat in clothes like a literati complete, with a Hanfu hat. The young man had a polite face, although he was incapable.

The referee gave an announcement.

"The semifinal battle between Song Han, Roque cultivator versus Li Wei of Flowerbite, begins!"

The roar of the wind instantly sounded as the two men darted closer to each other.

The sound of swords ringing in Song Han's hands. While Li Wei, with gloves, held a short sword in hand, it made a crackling sound similar to the rattling of burning wood.

When two piles shortened their distance, Song Han began slashing movements. His sword sound sounded squeaking, and his sword aura escaped, seen running fast to
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