On the arena.
Yang Jing looked calm and composed as he gave the Heavenly Prodigy from the Jadewater Palace a slight nod.
Yang Jing had heard from others that Jiang Yuhua was upright and openhearted, with a good reputation in Jintai Prefecture.
It was precisely because he had a favorable impression of her that he had not ended the match with a single move at the outset.
Instead, he had deliberately restrained his strength, standing in place and letting her unleash everything she had while he calmly handled more than a dozen exchanges.
First, he wanted to honor her pride as a martial artist, allowing her to give her all and leave no regrets.
Second, he wanted to give her ample opportunity to hone her combat skills and experience the level of strength possessed by a True Qi Realm Heavenly Prodigy.
With Jiang Yuhua's concession, the outcome of the match was finally settled.
The hundred thousand spectators atop Moonwatch Mountain erupted into a towering uproar once again. Discussion, exclamations, and sighs of wonder thundered from every direction, sweeping across the entire square in dense waves of fervor that refused to subside.
Countless people leaned toward one another, eagerly discussing the battle they had just witnessed, marveling at Yang Jing's strength and lamenting the gulf between martial artists of the same generation.
In the inner spectator seats, where the leaders of the great aristocratic families and sects sat, every gaze remained fixed on the tall, poised youth in the arena. Among them, Lin Weiyuan, the Head of the Lin Family, still had an unshakable look of amazement in his eyes.
He had watched the entire match and seen everything clearly.
From the opening exchange to the conclusion, through more than a dozen clashes of attack and defense, Yang Jing's feet had