Chapter 130
For our next match...It is....
Ayato vs Yanqing!
"Go Ayato!!" Firefly yelled out
March 7th bumped her shoulder into Ayaka as she smiled.
"Your brother facing you in the finals would be a story wouldn’t it?!"
Ayaka smiled back "It would be...I do hope that end’s up being the case! I would love to fight Ayato."
"Yo! Yuri pass me some popcorn yeah?" Kevin asked.
Two figures stood at opposite ends of the arena, separated by the vastness of the sand-covered battlefield.
Yanqing, the prodigious swordsman of Xianzhou Luofu, stood with his blade resting in a loose grip, his posture deceptively relaxed. His golden eyes gleamed with youthful confidence, his expression tinged with both curiosity and excitement. Clad in his sleek, traditional robes, he exuded an aura of effortless grace, his sword an extension of his very being. Despite his youth, there was no mistaking his prowess—the blade in his hands had tasted victory more times than his age would suggest.
Across from him, Kamisato Ayato stood in eerie stillness. He was a contrast to the younger swordsman—where Yanqing carried himself with playful arrogance, Ayato was unreadable, his face an unbroken mask of cold precision. His blue robes, adorned with the insignia of the Kamisato Clan, were stained slightly with the remnants of past battles. A katana hung at his side, the glimmer of its edge catching the arena torches in brief flashes of silver.
The announcer’s voice boomed across the vast expanse, cutting through the noise.