"Defeat me? You think you're worthy?!"
Qin Zi sneered, and said:
"I've set up a barrier to guard against prying eyes. If you don't want to lose too disgracefully, come in and fight."
He stomped his right foot.
Immediately, runes at the center of the battle arena interlaced, slowly raising a hemispherical black screen, resembling an inverted black bowl on the ground.
Of course, this black screen hadn't fully formed yet, and it was slowly rising from all sides, with the top still unsealed.
"Have you perhaps set up some array, intending to ambush me?" the red-clad swordsman sneered.
"You overestimate yourself."
Qin Zi scoffed, and said indifferently, "To deal with a waste like you, why would I need to use an array?"
"Arrogant!"
The red-clad swordsman's eyes turned cold, and he charged straight at Qin Zi, swinging his long sword. Its unmatched sharpness sliced through the air, cutting the surrounding space like tofu, with frost spreading from the cuts.
"Insignificant trick."
