At this moment, everyone was watching Ling Chen and Yang Zhe on stage, patiently waiting for the outcome.
The recent bout of fighting had clearly put Ling Chen at a disadvantage; now, everyone was anticipating and wanting to know whether Ling Chen had any other tricks up his sleeve. A disciple of the esteemed Elder Su should not only be capable of this much.
In a moment of thought, Ling Chen tightened his grip on the shield in his hand and reached toward his waist to draw the Tianling Blade, resembling an ancient warrior as he held the shield in front of him, assuming a defensive posture.
Observing Ling Chen's actions, Yang Zhe lifted his broad-backed saber and slightly shook his head. He had expected Ling Chen to have some new tricks, but it turned out to be the same old techniques, which was somewhat disappointing.
