Rippingrt stepped into the arena's centre, the morning light caught on his weapons—and for the first time, he wore two swords at his waist.
This sight sent a wave of surprise ripping through the crowd. Even the James clan cultivator traded uneasy glances, while Harden's eyes narrowed with curiosity and challenge.
Robert rested his hands gently on the twin hilts, his gaze steady and unflinching.
Harden broke the silence first. "I did not know you could use two swords."
What is this—trying to dazzle the crowd, or do you think you can handle two simultaneously?"
His tone was openly skeptical, but his stance tensed as if expecting an answer.
Robert's lips barely twitched. "You will see for yourself soon enough."
His words were quiet, but the confidence behind them was unmistakable.
Harden simply snorted, taking a measured step back, his sword already drawn and gleaming in the sunlight.
