On the day of the sect grand tournament, the martial arena was packed with people.
Chen Fan cut through opponent after opponent and stormed into the final. Facing him stood the inner-sect genius Yun Qingshuang, at the peak of Qi Refining, her swordsmanship fierce and sharp.
"Give up. You are no match for me," Yun Qingshuang said coldly.
Chen Fan smiled slightly. "We'll only know after we fight."
The two clashed, their sword auras crisscrossing through the air. After a hundred exchanges, Chen Fan won by a hair, and the whole arena erupted in astonishment.
He looked at the shocked gazes of the elders below the stage, knowing that his path had only just begun.
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