When the storm of energy dissipated, the scene on the arena was revealed. The crowd quickly widened their eyes and stared, only to be frozen in a collective daze.
There on the arena stood Ye Qingwu, longsword in hand, her posture as poised as a Sword God. Opposite her, Leng Rushuang was kneeling on the ground, a deep sword gash marring her body, nearly splitting her in two. Blood dripped from the wound, staining the arena floor red.
"Oh my god, she's injured!"
"Leng Rushuang is actually injured!"
Exclamations of shock erupted from the crowd. This was completely different from what they had predicted. In their minds, Leng Rushuang should have been the clear victor. After all, she was at the peak of the nine-star realm, while Ye Qingwu was only a mid-nine-star Martial General. Yet, the result was the complete opposite. Everyone was utterly stunned.
"How is this possible? This is impossible!"
