As a result, the crowd gradually dispersed, leaving an empty space in the center of the square for the fight.
Martin looked around with a confident smile. "Since no one else has made further comments, let us begin. Anyone who wishes to compete is welcome to do so." Then he stepped to the side.
Martin was very confident in his abilities as the eldest elder of the Heavenly Ocean Sect. He would let the others start the fight, and when the time came, he would enter and sweep everyone to their feet.
People began to look at each other with trepidation. The underground city held many treasures, and the elites of each sect were not stupid. They all wanted to save their energy for when they found the treasures. They did not want to expend their internal energy by being the first to enter the fight.
After a moment of silence, a tall man smiled. "Why are all of you being so cautious? It's just a friendly match and will not affect your sect's reputation. Since no one wants to be the first, then let me start the fight."
The man slowly walked to the center. He wore a long black robe, and he had a strong aura. There was a strange longsword on his waist. The longsword looked sharp and sleek on one side, while the other side was full of sharp teeth. A long line of blood ran through the center of the longsword. From afar, it appeared as if it could consume its adversary at any time with an evil force.
When the crowd saw the man and his strange long sword, there was an uproar. Many people exhaled deeply as if they were terrified of him.
"Joewel Parrish?"
"A Kill In Every Ten Steps? That Joewel Parrish?"
"I heard there must be blood whenever he drew out his longsword. And his swordsmanship, A Kill In Every Ten Steps, is still unbeatable. I didn't know he was here."
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