Blood Had Always Been More Persuasive Than Words!

"Senior Fan Jun! You have to win!"

"Show them that we commoners can carve out a world with our own strength!"

"You're the hope of the whole village! Go!"

"Senior, look over here!"

Amid ear-splitting cheers, the match between Fan Jun and Chen Qianqian officially began.

Even knowing full well that she had signed with the Power Elites and belonged to the opposing camp, Fan Jun still displayed impeccable gentlemanly grace.

He took up his sword first and bowed in a standard Sword Dao salute. Sunlight fell across his handsome profile and upright figure, drawing another wave of screams from below the stage.

Chen Qianqian's face reddened slightly, but she quickly tightened her grip on the hilt, nodded in return, and assumed an opening stance for attack.

The battle was about to erupt at any moment.

Fan Jun's swordsmanship, much like the man himself, was full of spectacle.

He did not rush into a fierce assault, instead responding with a dazzling set of sword techniques.

With a light flick of his wrist, the Synthetic Training Sword instantly became a streak of silver light. Pointing, thrusting, lifting, wiping—the movements flowed like drifting clouds and running water, carrying a unique beauty.

Chen Qianqian's swordsmanship, on the other hand, was far more plain and forceful, carrying the ruthless ferocity of someone willing to stake everything. She had clearly received guidance from a practical combat school.

Several times, she tried to force a breakthrough with sheer strength, her longsword slashing horizontally and vertically with the howl of tearing wind, only for Fan Jun to deflect it with clever force or guide it harmlessly aside.

"Hubby, go!!!"

"He's too strong! The two of them aren't even on the same level!"

Amid the crowd's cries of surprise, Fan Jun's offensive grew fiercer and fiercer.

He caught a flaw in Chen Qianqian's movements and struck her wrist precisely with the flat of his blade.

Clang!

With a soft ring, Chen Qianqian felt her wrist go numb. Her sword momentum instantly collapsed, and the clever force sent her staggering backward, nearly making her fall.

Yet Fan Jun did not press his advantage. He stood with sword in hand, his posture as composed as ever.

Once she had recovered, his sword rose again in an unbroken stream of attacks. Chen Qianqian could only block and evade in a panic, sweat soaking the hair on her forehead as defeat began to show.

Finally, Fan Jun made an exquisite thrust, breaking through Chen Qianqian's final defense. His sword tip pointed straight at her face!

With nowhere to dodge, Chen Qianqian's legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the ground.

The entire venue held its breath.

That cold sword tip stopped less than half an inch before her eyes. She could even feel the chill carried by its edge. If it advanced even a fraction farther, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Yet Fan Jun's movement stopped abruptly. His wrist was steady as a rock, and the sword tip hung rigidly in midair.

Looking at Chen Qianqian, who sat collapsed on the ground, trembling from exhaustion and fear, a trace of gentleness flashed through his eyes.

"I know you may have your reasons, but you are not my opponent. Give up. There's no need to risk your life over this!"

With that, he elegantly withdrew his longsword, held the hilt behind his back in reverse grip, then extended his left hand toward Chen Qianqian, who was slumped on the ground.

His posture was like that of a prince inviting his dance partner.

That display of gentlemanly grace instantly ignited the entire venue, driving the atmosphere to a true climax!

"Ah!!! Fan Jun, he really... I'm crying!"

"Look! This is what gentlemanly grace is! This is what a true powerhouse is! Let that Lu Jue from earlier take a good look at how a strong person should treat an opponent!"

"Compared with Fan Jun, Lu Jue isn't even close in terms of bearing and magnanimity!"

Amid countless praises and screams, Chen Qianqian lowered her head and hesitated for a moment. In the end, she still reached out, clasped Fan Jun's warm, powerful hand, and used his strength to stand up.

Seeing her rise, Fan Jun naturally turned around to face the surging crowd supporting him below the stage. Smiling, he waved to them and accepted the glory that belonged to him.

However, in the instant his back was turned to Chen Qianqian!

Chen Qianqian, who had been hanging her head, suddenly flashed a vicious glint in her eyes!

The veins on her sword-holding right hand bulged abruptly. Without warning, the Composite Sword in her hand viciously stabbed toward Fan Jun's heart from behind!

Squelch!

Though the Composite Sword was far less sharp than a real sword, under such a vicious thrust, half its tip still tore through flesh and sank deeply in!

Fan Jun's body suddenly stiffened. The smile on his face froze instantly, transforming into utter shock.

He had not expected that before everyone's eyes, after the match had already been decided and after he had even shown kindness and grace, she would still dare strike such a poisonous blow!

Why!?

This was only a ring match, not a battlefield where one lived and the other died!

He had never considered that, for some people driven into a corner, this match had long surpassed the bounds of a spar. What lay behind it might be a price they could not bear.

The mountain-shaking, sea-roaring cheers below the stage came to an abrupt stop. Excited smiles still lingered on countless faces, but their gazes had frozen.

"He's been stabbed!?"

A trembling girl's voice broke the dead silence.

Then terrified screams burst forth like a tidal wave.

"Backstab! It's a Backstab!"

"Has Chen Qianqian gone crazy!?"

"Chen Qianqian, you—damn it!"

The girls who had been shouting "hubby" for Fan Jun moments ago were now pale with fright, clutching their mouths tightly as they stared at the naked scene before them in disbelief.

The entire arena instantly exploded into chaos. Several fanatical fans, their eyes nearly splitting apart, tried to break past the referees and leap onto the ring like madmen.

Fortunately, though Fan Jun had suffered such a severe blow, he had not lost his ability to fight. Spinning around, he forced Chen Qianqian back with a slash, and the trademark gentle smile had vanished from his face.

"Why!? Do you think stabbing me once means you can win?"

The gentleness faded from Fan Jun's face as he turned and slashed at the one who had backstabbed him.

Bang!

Chen Qianqian was forced back several steps, her face filled with resolve. "I don't need to beat you. I only need to wound you!"

The two clashed once more.

Seeing that Fan Jun had not fallen from that blow, the spectators in the stands secretly let out a breath of relief.

It was also at that moment that the merciless scene of Lu Jue earlier, when he had faced Jiang Youwei's pleas, suddenly flashed through their minds.

At the time, they had thought Lu Jue cold and cruel, lacking compassion. They had praised Fan Jun's gentlemanly grace, believing that was how a strong person ought to behave.

But now, watching that "gentleman" on the ring suffer a Backstab because of his own grace and sustain severe injuries, a cold chill crawled up many people's spines.

"See? Lu Jue was right. Being merciful to an enemy really is being cruel to yourself!"

Someone in the crowd muttered it. The voice was not loud, yet everyone nearby heard it clearly.

Those who had loudly condemned Lu Jue and lavishly praised Fan Jun earlier were now mostly speechless, their faces burning hot.

They finally realized what kind of cruel law of survival was hidden beneath this ring's glamorous facade.

Lu Jue stood in the stands, his calm gaze sweeping over the chaotic arena.

He did not need to explain, nor did he need to prove anything.

Because blood had always been more persuasive than words.