Gu Nanquan's eyes flashed with coldness. He couldn't let Chen Guan, this unexpected factor, advance, so he could only defeat Chen Guan.
When it was Gu Nanquan and Chen Guan's turn, the two of them went to the stage, and Gu Nanquan said to Chen Guan, "Fellow Daoist Brother, my body has recovered, and I've thought of a way to defeat Zhang Huacai. This time I'm sure to win, so let me fight him first."
"I still want to try it myself." Chen Guan said calmly.
"Fellow Daoist Brother, do you not believe I can defeat him?" Gu Nanquan pretended to be slightly angry.
"Yes." Who knew Chen Guan would actually nod.
Gu Nanquan was initially stunned, then he lowered his face and said, "Since that's the case, I will prove to you now whether or not I have the strength to defeat him."
"Alright." Chen Guan didn't waste words, reaching out to pull the Miaoshu Sword from his waist.
The blade, thin as a cicada's wing, stood straight and firm in Chen Guan's hand.
