The serrated sabers struck the white granite flat stone slabs with the scream of iron shearing iron.
Gu Yan didn’t enter the arena through the gates. The seven-foot butcher vaulted the ten-foot marble stone railing, landing in the center of the ring with a bone-jarring impact that sent cracks spider-webbing through four flat stone slabs beneath his shin guards.
Behind him leaped six elite swordsmen of the Grand Fortune Clan, clad in matching midnight-blue tunics heavy with silver layered-scale breastplates.
In their hands, they held seven-foot iron pikes hung with three-sided silk pennants: the Heavenly Net Seven-Star Formation.
Before Chief Judge Lu could strike the gavel, the six formation students drove their iron pikes into the outer edge joints of the arena floor. They formed a perfect heptagonal enclosure around Lin Ke.
WHOOOOOM.
A crushing dome of dark-blue spiritual gravity dropped over the fifty-pace ring.
It wasn’t a spiritual duel. It was a heavy-duty crushing press. The collective power of six Late Foundation fighters, timed together through the Seven-Star array and channeled through Gu Yan’s Peak Foundation core, generated a surrounding gravitic torque exceeding sixty sea-weights.
