Seeing the bronze-masked envoy closing in step by step, Ye Liangchen's eyes narrowed, and he swung his long sword out suddenly! In an instant, a cold light flashed, rushing towards the bronze-masked envoy like lightning.

With a loud clang, the two collided instantly, sparks flying everywhere. The bronze-masked messenger felt a burning pain in his palm, as if it were being scorched by flames.

It's important to understand that this bronze-masked envoy deliberately lowered his martial arts level to accept the challenge. He had originally thought that with his rich combat experience accumulated over the years, he could easily suppress Ye Liangchen. However, he now realized that the young man before him was no ordinary person.

Even so, he only had one order to give today—to crush Ye Liangchen's arrogance! With that thought, the bronze-masked envoy did not hesitate. He gripped the sword blade tightly with both hands and kicked out with his right leg like a storm.

Faced with this sudden attack, Ye Liangchen reacted extremely quickly. He flashed forward and leaped high into the air once more. At the same time, several sharp blades shot out from his sleeves, aiming straight for the bronze-masked envoy's vitals.

Seeing this, the Copper-Masked Envoy roared, and his supernatural power suddenly erupted. A powerful gust of air surged out, and the rapidly flying iron pieces were actually shaken away. Ye Liangchen was hit by this force and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, finally crashing heavily into the protective shield behind him.

With a muffled thud, Ye Liangchen fell to the ground in a disheveled state, rolling several times before regaining his balance. His clothes were tattered, and a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, but the fighting spirit in his eyes remained undiminished.

"Boy, is that all the strength you have?" The bronze-masked envoy looked at Ye Liangchen with disdain, pointing the tip of his sword directly at him, and mocked, "I only used a little force just now. If you know what's good for you, it's not too late to surrender and admit defeat now."

Hearing these contemptuous words, Ye Liangchen's eyes widened in anger, and he roared through gritted teeth, "Surrender? Don't even think about it! If you have the guts, let's fight again!"

Ye Liangchen's red pupils began to change. They turned blue.

The bronze-masked messenger noticed something unusual under his feet.

The arena suddenly sank.

Or rather, it's not a sinking.

It was the Copper-Masked Messenger who entered the world of heterochromatic eyes.

"Good lad, I didn't expect you to forcibly bring me into the world of heterochromia, but this is no challenge for me."

Lightning struck instantly.

The bronze-faced messenger clasped his hands together in prayer.

A protective shield is formed.

Lightning continued to strike as the bronze-masked messenger slowly moved forward.

Ye Liangchen quickly retrieved the longsword.

Ye Liangchen held the sword in his right hand, and slowly stroked the longsword from the hilt with his left.

The sword slowly turned red.

The moment he placed his hand on the blade, Ye Liangchen vanished.

The bronze-masked messenger felt incredibly comfortable at that moment.

He also wanted to see just how much lightning this world with heterochromia could unleash.

But at that very moment, his years of combat experience and his intuition sensed danger.

The protective shield was expanded again.

The dual-layer supernatural energy forms two protective shields.

A dark shadow flashed by.

An explosion was heard.

After the explosion ended, Ye Liangchen knelt on the ground, his hands supporting him firmly.

Not far away, the bronze-masked messenger slowly turned around.

He put his hands behind his back.

"Very good, your strength is very powerful, and that sword strike just now was indeed impressive. If I hadn't increased my ability level, I probably would have been seriously injured. You have won today's match."

The bronze-masked messenger quickly left.

Not far away, the bronze-masked messenger looked at his own hands.

Blood was flowing from his hands.

"Good lad, I didn't expect him to have such explosive power."

Inside the room, the golden-masked messenger walked over.

"Can you still stand up?"

"certainly."

Ye Liangchen slowly stood up.

"Not bad, that burst of energy just now was pretty good."

He took out a pill and gave it to Ye Liangchen.

"Take this, then go wash up. I'll take you somewhere to meet someone."

After Ye Liangchen swallowed it.

A short while later, Ye Liangchen was led to a room.

Stepping into this room is like entering a dreamlike, gentle haven. In the spacious room, sunlight filters through the sheer curtains, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow. The surrounding curtains, like soft clouds, sway gently in the breeze, seemingly whispering tales of endless beauty.

Every corner of the room was filled with flowers vying for attention. Red as fire, pink as the sunset, white as snow, they bloomed freely, releasing their fragrance and painting the entire space with vibrant colors. The aroma, sweet but not cloying, fresh with a touch of allure, mingled with the scent of sunshine, permeated every inch of the air.

On the carved windowsill, several pots of exquisite orchids were placed, their slender leaves gracefully unfurling, and their pale purple blossoms emitting a delicate fragrance, adding a touch of elegance to the room. Several light-colored paintings hung on the wall, depicting the beautiful scenery of the Jiangnan water towns, complementing the abundance of flowers and creating a poetic atmosphere.

In the center of the room, a large, carved bed comes into view. On the bed, brocade quilts are piled high, and soft cushions are casually placed. The bed curtains are embroidered with exquisite mandarin ducks playing in the water; the silk threads shimmer in the sunlight, lifelike and exquisite. It's easy to imagine that this must be the residence of a delicate, gentle, and beautiful woman, every detail reflecting her unique taste and romantic sentiment.

The golden-masked messenger led Ye Liangchen to a spot directly opposite the curtain.

"When the lord sees you, speak properly later."

Ye Liangchen looked at the curtain.

"Are you Ye Liangchen?"

"That's right, I am Ye Liangchen."

Do you know what a multi-province fighting arena joint competition means?

Ye Liangchen shook his head.

“Kid, this might be a competition for you, but let me tell you, this is no ordinary competition. For me, it’s a competition that will determine my future.”

"Sir, I don't understand why I was chosen for such an important competition."

"It's very simple. I feel at ease because your background is clean."

"But I still don't quite understand, what role can my clean identity play?" Ye Liangchen asked in confusion.

The voice behind the curtain chuckled softly, "This competition involves many forces, and each side wants to place its own confidants. Only you are unaffiliated and enter the game purely through martial arts. As long as you win, you can break the old guys' plans."

After a moment of contemplation, Ye Liangchen said firmly, "In that case, I will do my best."

"Alright, but be careful. The other contestants won't be as upright as the Copper Masked Messenger; they'll use all sorts of underhanded tricks."

Ye Liangchen clenched his fist. "No matter what methods they use, I will not back down."

“It’s no use not backing down. What you need to do next is to work hard to improve your level. I’ll have the Golden-Faced Envoy train you in a bit.”