"A match actually ended up like this. How embarrassing."
On the arena, Hu Sanniang wiped her shoulder armor.
"But given your condition, this should be as far as you can go, right?"
She was not angry because her two teammates had fallen from the platform.
On the contrary, she greatly admired the opponents before her.
Especially Bei Bei, whom she had once knocked flat with just a punch and a kick.
That little brat she had once looked down on had now achieved so much.
Three words: truly impressive!
Of course, she was still curious about Huo Yuhao and the others' real trump card.
After all, their expressions were far too confident.
And now that they did not even have the strength to stand, what could a few insignificant fighters possibly do?
Hu Sanniang was not being arrogant.
Her actions only proved one thing: she had absolute confidence in suppressing that trump card with a wave of her hand.
Dragon Nine Swords had been a sword fanatic.
In order to improve his strength, he had inexplicably competed with Wang Qiu'er in Artistic Conception.
After that, his teammates had followed suit one after another.
Yet as an outstanding talent of the same generation, Hu Sanniang knew just how terrifying Dragon Nine Swords was.
If the two sides truly clashed, Hu Sanniang was not absolutely confident she could defeat him.
However, it would by no means be easy for him to take her down either.
Simply put, she excelled at defense while he excelled at offense.
They were the strongest shield and strongest spear of their era.
If they collided and there had to be a result, someone would inevitably fall.
Myriad Sword Manor might not care.
After all, what they pursued was the supreme Sword Dao of charging forward fearlessly and