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Blood moon, dark night, cool breeze.
On the vast beach, with a "boom," a sudden explosive sound echoed. Following the explosion, a deep groove-shaped sword mark was etched on the beach.
"First move!"
The elder squinted his eyes, staring intently at Ye Xuan, and couldn't help but laugh softly. His gray-brown robe fluttered with the cool breeze as he retreated several meters.
"Such a strange movement technique!"
Ye Xuan widened his eyes, looking perplexed. The elder in front of him appeared ethereal, effortlessly dodging his attack in an instant.
"You have nine more opportunities. Young man, I can tell you very responsibly that after ten moves, I will draw my sword. When that happens, you will surely die."
The elder's gaze was extremely sharp, his wrinkled face expressionless, with a faint sneer as he spoke seriously.
"Haha, thank you for the reminder, senior."
