Bright crimson blood slowly dripped down the edge of the sword, forming glistening droplets that finally splattered onto the arena floor, turning into tiny dark red dots.
Chen Xin lowered his arm and took a slight breath. He looked down at the blood-stained blade, suddenly recalling something his master had once said: "A sword is at its most beautiful when it is stained with the blood of a formidable enemy."
Chen Xin rubbed his fingertips slightly against the hilt, the cold and hard texture giving him an inexplicable sense of satisfaction and pride.
Chapter 159