Feng Sha's voice suddenly rang out, cutting him off.
Feng Sha strode to Feng Poyue's side, his gaze complicated.
Feng Poyue frowned, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "Madman, we lost. There's no need."
The stabbing pain from his wounds and the drain on his spirit made even his tone sound weak.
"I know," Feng Sha answered in a low voice.
Of course he knew the overall situation had already been decided.
His gaze passed over Feng Poyue and locked hard onto Chen Mu, who had already swept back to Chen Xiaojun's side.
There was no dejection from defeat in those eyes, only an almost stubborn battle will burning within them.
Facing Chen Xiaojun's direction, he said word by word, "Chen Xiaojun, in this match, our Divine Wind Team lost. There's nothing to say about that."
Yet in the next second, the massive Wind Demon Sword in his hand suddenly lifted, pointing straight at Chen Mu. "But I hope you can give me a little time to finish the duel with him that we failed to complete before!"
Chen Mu raised his brows slightly as he looked at Feng Sha, whose sword tip was aimed at him, the corner of his mouth curving with a hint of amusement. "Looks like your spirit's still pretty high."
It was impossible to tell from his tone whether it was mockery or admiration.
"Doesn't matter if it's high or not," Feng Sha said, his eyes calm, carrying a pure kind of persistence. "It's rare to meet someone like this. Just a wish, that's all."
Chen Xiaojun looked at the stubborn Feng Sha, then at Chen Mu, whose battle will had yet to fade. His eyes shifted slightly, and in the end he said calmly, "Fine, then."
He then turned toward the head referee, who had