This...!
What on earth is going on?
The arena was utterly silent, without a sound!
"I've lost," Zhao Hao said bitterly, looking at Wen Qingye.
He had expected he wasn't Wen Qingye's match, but he never predicted he wouldn't be able to withstand a single strike. He was defeated in just one move. 'Just how skilled is Wen Qingye's Swordsmanship?' A sense of powerlessness began to well up in Zhao Hao's heart.
Wen Qingye slowly retracted his sword. "Your Swordsmanship has improved," he said lightly. "Keep working hard."
"Yes. Thank you for the lesson, Brother Wen." Zhao Hao nodded, slowly regaining his composure.
The crowd watched as Zhao Hao slowly walked off the stage, their minds still reeling in shock. They had expected a spectacular duel, but for it to end so quickly was something none of them had anticipated.
A single strike!
