The robust man who had earlier commented on the swordsmen beneath was first slightly startled in his heart, thinking that this unassuming fellow might be planning to compete with him. He was about to stand up when he immediately realized that the other man's target was actually a black-clad swordsman in front of him. His heart first relaxed a little, then he felt somewhat perplexed. Most of those present today were familiar faces, people who walked the Jianghu in the Northwest area and often crossed paths but had never seen this person's face before, nor heard of such a person appearing in the Northwest Jianghu. However, black clothes, Mo Blade? The man stroked his chin, furrowing his brow. He thought it was a stranger, yet for some reason, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had heard of this person somewhere before, but the impression was not deep enough to remember at the moment. Ma Yihong stood on the stage, feeling that the martial artists he saw today were more than what he had encountered in over twenty years combined. Moreover, those present either hailed from prestigious families or were valiant figures in the Jianghu. Many were even the ones he had admired when he was young and training in martial arts. At the thought of having to face them today, he couldn't help but shiver internally, feeling an urge to turn around and flee. Then he recalled how his sect had declined, how his master was ambushed by a rival, losing half his martial arts skills, and how in recent years, his master's old injuries flared up repeatedly, perhaps not being able to wait for another ten years. He must prove to his master that he was qualified to bear the future and hope of their sect. He tightened his grip on the sword. However, when choosing his opponent, he instinctively avoided the Jianghu experts he knew and chose the youngest looking swordsman. After making his choice, he regretted it and blamed himself— He originally intended to choose the robust man from his own district, but in the end, out of fear and low self-esteem, he chose the person next to him, feeling a bit guilty for dragging the latter into it. At this moment, he saw the other stand up. Unlike those young heroes who would leap down using Qinggong, he walked down the stairs, step by step, and then slowly made his way onto the stage. He walked steadily with each step. Yet, inexplicably, a chill ran through Ma Yihong's heart, and his azure-blue Shark Tooth Sword slightly trembled, letting out a soft hum. This was the first real match of today's ten-year martial arts event, naturally drawing many eyes. At this moment, unknown to how many martial artists from the Northwest were silently pondering, trying to recall which sect was the appeared black-clad swordsman from. Why did it seem like they had never seen him before? Sitting among the Huangfu Family, Li Yinxiang fiddled with a jade pendant with his right hand, his eyes suddenly shimmering slightly as he straightened up, and said: Beside him, Xiahou Jie and Huangfu Qiuyang, who were whispering to each other, were also slightly taken aback, subconsciously lifting their eyes to look toward the martial stage. Apart from the young-looking swordsman standing opposite, was it not the black-clad swordsman with them? Xiahou Jie showed an expression of growing interest, raising an eyebrow with a smile: "Is he going to make a move?" "That should be good, just in time to see the swordsmanship you two praised to the skies." Li Yinxiang said smugly: "Don't be scared..." Not far from this position. Zhao Kuo's eyes slightly widened, focused on watching the martial stage below. Beside him, the rather youthful and rebellious-looking Li Danxun sat cross-legged in a chair, a long sword resting across his knees, also watching the martial stage below, and remarked with a smile: "The Blade Madman is making a move?" "This is good, just the time to see if this Fufeng Blade Madman truly has such formidable martial arts and strength. If any trace of his moves can be seen, that would be the best." On the stage, the two exchanged salutes. When Wang Anfeng drew the black, lightless Mo Blade from his waist, finally someone among the onlookers remembered something from three days before— The unusual mobilization of the Ministry of Punishment and intense flames, the cold-bladed swordsman rumored to have single-handedly destroyed the Great Wilderness Stronghold. A loud shout rang out from the crowd, saying: The crowd turned their eyes. The person who spoke didn't hide it, continuing: "Fufeng Blade Madman!" "The Fufeng Blade Madman who, a few days ago, wielded a sword and broke from Great Wilderness Stronghold!" After a moment of silence, a cacophony of noise erupted like a sudden gust of wind sweeping from this side to the other. The intermittent voices rose and fell, clearly showing that Wang Anfeng had started making a slight name for himself in the Northwest for single-handedly breaking Great Wilderness Stronghold. Especially some seasoned Jianghu travelers who were well-informed knew about Zhao Kuo's swift defeat previously and valued the cold-eyed black-clad youth on stage even more. The middle-aged swordsman from the Beimang Sword Sect frowned and sternly instructed his eager disciples behind him as the duel ended: "You few, watch carefully." For original chapters go to NoveI[F]ire.net "Ziyang, especially you, carefully study this Fufeng Blade Madman's techniques. Once he defeats his opponent, get on stage and challenge this Blade Madman." "He's currently in his prime. If his martial arts are mediocre and you easily defeat him, naturally you'll gain fame in Jianghu. But if he truly is a peerless swordsman, exert all your strength. Just gaining the slightest upper hand will make you famous in a district or region."