The referee hailed from Divine Might. What storms had he not seen?
Therefore, he did not hesitate before declaring, "Shrek Academy, Wang Qiu'er wins!"
Bei Bei and the others were thoroughly frightened by Wang Qiu'er's strength. Only Tang Wutong's face was filled with pride.
It was as though she were saying, Look at my best friend. Just as I expected, she didn't let me down!
The hardest hurdle had already been cleared.
The remaining contestants from Myriad Sword Manor naturally posed no problem.
Moreover, the swordsmen who came up afterward also upheld Myriad Sword Manor's reputation for being remarkably straightforward.
They clearly knew that Dragon Nine Swords, the strongest member of their team, had already lost to her in weapon Artistic Conception.
Yet after taking the stage, they each lost the match in exactly the same fashion.
The spectators who did not understand what they were watching seemed to think they were dreaming.
It was only one loss. There was no need to give up on yourselves like this, was there?
They were lining up to throw themselves away one after another... Such a bizarre sight seemed never to have appeared in previous All-Continent Soul Master Elite Tournaments.
However, those who understood what was happening rather admired Myriad Sword Manor's decisiveness.
They were using Wang Qiu'er as a whetstone to shave away the excess from their sword intent and deepen their understanding of the sword.
Such a trade-off was not something ordinary people could comprehend, much less endure.
After all, participating in a competition was nothing more than a pursuit of fame and profit.
Yet Myriad Sword Manor had chosen to go its own way despite the doubts of countless people.
That bearing alone left the big shots in the audience with nothing to say.
Inside the private room.
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