C1720 Attack

"Kuan Xing, if you're aiming for first place in the tournament, you'll have to get through me first!"

At the entrance, a whirlwind heralded the arrival of a muscular youth clad in gray. With a face as stern as iron and eyebrows sharp as swords, he cradled a plain long knife. His aloof demeanor suggested he was as unstoppable as the wind and waves