After the judge announced the victor and loser of this bout, the spectators below the stage took a long time to come back to their senses. Some could not even believe the result.
"How is that possible? Am I seeing things? Fu Yuan actually lost?"
As a member of the Rotten Marsh Clan, Fu Yuan was indeed unpopular. Yet he was one of the finest fighters of his rank, and his strength was plain to see. Thus, many had placed heavy bets on him, wagering that he would emerge victorious from this bout.
Yet in barely any time at all, Fu Yuan had lost—and lost so thoroughly.
Someone calmly analyzed, "Though Xu Chunniang is a newcomer, she clearly has extraordinary qualities. The Word Spirit ability is a mysterious and powerful divine art, extremely difficult to master. As expected, she had concealed her strength in the previous battles!"
"So it was the Word Spirit ability. That kind of divine art is too terrifying. It can use words to communicate with the Dao laws of heaven and earth, sweeping through all obstacles without resistance. But I heard she is human, not a member of the Word Spirit Clan. Could the information have been wrong?"
"Xu Chunniang is unquestionably human. As for why she has mastered the Word Spirit art, that remains unknown. However, the deeper one's comprehension of Dao laws, the more divine arts one can grasp. Her understanding of Dao laws far surpasses that of ordinary people!"
What others could think of, Elder Gong, as an Earth Immortal, naturally could as well. He was both delighted and vexed.
He was delighted because Xu Chunniang's strength far exceeded his expectations. He was vexed because he had not placed a bet on this bout!
He had lost out. Lost out terribly!
Elder Gong