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On the city wall, Chen Qing and Zhang Can stood ten zhang apart.
The wind swept through their robes, creating an atmosphere of deadly tension.
Inside the city, Hao Chengtian rode on the back of the Golden Crow, descending slowly at a corner of the city wall.
"How many moves have they agreed upon?"
Lu Xian cupped his hands and replied, "Seven moves!"
Hao Chengtian pondered for a moment, "Seven moves, that's quite risky."
"I can't quite understand Zhang Can, we'll only see the outcome after they cross swords."
Thinking about this, Hao Chengtian said, "Thankfully, you advised me to keep Qingxu back then; otherwise, we wouldn't have the chance to witness Zhang Can in action today."
"This man has never truly revealed his hand since he embarked on the path of cultivation."
"Generally, just standing there, he could already defeat his opponents."
"That hand has never wielded a sword."
