Chapter 1083
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Soon after, Long Bufan lifted his hand and gently pushed open the heavy golden metal door. Following a heavy creaking sound, a gentle ray of light seeped in from the gap of the door and shone on a young and delicate face.
Long Bufan's face was resolute as he stepped in. The heavy golden door behind him suddenly closed slowly.
Long Bufan's gaze focused as he realized that he was in an extremely spacious stone plaza. The solid and thick floor looked as though it was made of black metal, giving off an oppressive feeling.
"Looks like this is the sparring arena."
Long Bufan's footsteps moved as he slowly walked into the sparring arena. Looking around, he did not see anyone.
However, after walking for a while, Long Bufan's footsteps suddenly stopped. This was because his gaze focused on the opposite side of the sparring arena. There was also a large golden door that was slowly opening. Faintly, he could feel a sharp aura gushing out from behind the door.
Then, the golden metal door opened completely and a tall and muscular figure appeared in his line of sight. His arms were crossed in front of his chest as he stared coldly at Long Bufan.
Looking at the tall figure that appeared at the door, Long Bufan's eyes were filled with astonishment. This guy was close to 2.5 metres tall and his body was muscular. Standing there, he looked like a metal tower.
Even though he was not short, compared to this person, he could only reach his shoulders.
As the figure walked out, Long Bufan could clearly see his appearance. It was a man with a hideous scar on his face. Looking at the shape of the scar, it was evidently caused by a sword.
Shifting his gaze down, he saw the sect insignia on his chest. It was a totem of a huge elephant stepping on a mountain. Evidently, it was the West Spirit Continent's' Elephant Mountain Sect '.
This was a sect that specialized in Body Tempering Martial Arts. They were shockingly powerful and it was said that they could destroy a mountain with a single punch.
"Junior Brother Long's first opponent is the Fourth Grade Sect, Elephant Mountain Sect. This is a formidable opponent!"
In Ling Xuanwu Province's Inner Hall Square, many disciples looked at the light screen projection where Long Bufan was. Their faces changed and their hearts sank. They felt that there was a huge disparity between the two of them.
After all, in terms of strength, height, strength and sect background, Long Bufan was inferior to the Elephant Mountain Sect guy. It was no wonder that they did not have much confidence in Long Bufan's victory.
"That kid is so unlucky to meet our Big Senior in the first round."
As for the Elephant Mountain like Elephant Mountain in the West Spirit Continent, the Elephant Mountain Sect disciples looked at Long Bufan on the light screen projection, pity in their eyes.
In the eyes of the Elephant Mountain Sect disciples, Long Bufan was already out of the competition!
"I am Lu Zifeng from the Elephant Mountain Sect. I know you, Long Bufan from a low Third Grade Sect. You are a famous figure who recently emerged in the Hundred Sect Battlefield. It is said that even Mo Ming from the Nine Nether Demon Sect could not defeat you. However, in my opinion, that is only because he is useless."
Sizing up Long Bufan, the burly man with a sword scar on his face stood ten feet away from Long Bufan. Finally, he slowly opened his mouth. His voice was deep and resonant, shaking the hearts of those who heard it.
Long Bufan remained silent in the face of such sarcastic words. He stood there unmoved.
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