The match ended, having lasted fifteen minutes!
As for the final victor, it was undoubtedly Dragon Nine Swords.
After all, he had utterly crushed Huo Yuhao in both strength and experience.
Even though there had been a brief stalemate midway through, it could not affect the final outcome.
Of course, Dragon Nine Swords had not come away unscathed either.
Huo Yuhao had blocked half of the Sixth Sword and forcibly endured the other half.
Dragon Nine Swords had originally intended to send Huo Yuhao to his grave with the Seventh Sword, but Tang Wutong stopped him midway.
However, the Sword Cultivator had no objections to that.
When his sword left its sheath, it had to draw blood, but that did not necessarily mean it had to take a life.
Besides, wouldn't it be more interesting to leave such a worthy opponent alive and deal with him again after he had grown stronger?
Dragon Nine Swords sheathed his sword but did not dismiss his Martial Soul. Resting one hand on one of the swords, he said, "Next."
Tang Tian and Bei Bei carried Huo Yuhao off the stage.
The referee had already confirmed that Huo Yuhao was not in danger.
His injuries looked horrifying, but that was merely a visual effect.
Huo Yuhao now had things he cared about.
Teammates, mentors, a life—he would not take risks as recklessly as he had when he had nothing.
Before obtaining something, one did not know what it meant to cherish it.
Now that he had what he wanted, how could Huo Yuhao possibly put himself in danger?
Besides, Xiao Tianyang had instructed them from the beginning to act within their limits. Winning the championship was not an absolute necessity.
He had already completed his task by making it this far. If he continued,