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The scene in the arena seemed to have frozen in place.

A masked man pointed at White-clothed Youth's neck with a limpid autumn water like Longsword. On the other side, a man in a dark red tight suit walked forward leisurely and spoke kindly to the masked man.

"Just by saying these, can you stop me from killing him?"

The Ghost-masked man's tone was cold, the Sword Intent was intimidating