Xue Xiao Ran chuckled softly, sheathed his sword, turned, and left.
Ji Juechen's swordsmanship was decent, but it still fell short of his.
The students nearby stared in stunned disbelief, their mouths hanging wide open.
The Sword Fanatic's sword had been broken just like that?
Even though the Sword Fanatic had suppressed his Soul Power to fight Xue Xiao Ran, Ji Juechen should have had a deeper understanding and mastery of the sword. How had he been defeated so quickly?
"So... so amazing."
Keke's eyes sparkled with little stars as she watched Xue Xiao Ran's retreating back and sighed.
"Yes. This junior really isn't simple."
Ju Zi murmured, her eyes thoughtful.
"In the end, we still underestimated him. If Wang Shaojie saw this, I wonder what he'd think." Zimu stroked his chin, his tone carrying a rare hint of schadenfreude.
Nana wore a gentle smile, as if she had known all along that this would be the outcome.
Ji Juechen stood blankly in the Soul Fighting Arena, his gaze seemingly unfocused. His sword lay beside him, yet he made no move to pick it up.
Just as everyone worried that this blow might leave him unable to recover, Ji Juechen gave a dry laugh and let out a long breath.
"What a fine sword. You hid it well."
After stiffly saying that, he picked up his sword and sheathed it, then left the Soul Fighting Arena one step at a time.
After finishing all that, Xue Xiao Ran returned to his dormitory as though nothing had happened. He still had Soul Tool Department assignments to research.
When he returned to the dormitory and found that his roommate, Nangong Ling, was absent, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He did not like having a chatterbox nearby while he studied.
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