Why had I won?
The first arena battle in the first stage of the Yang God Realm had entered the decisive fight ahead of the others, drawing the gazes of every martial artist present. Iron Sword Marquis, Wude Marquis, and the Dean of Dust Courtyard all turned their eyes toward it.
The entire audience watched with rapt attention.
On the arena, Shui Qiudie and Wan Shaohua unleashed every move they had, striking at each other. Their rapidly colliding figures drew a wave of cheers from all around.
After exchanging a hundred moves, Wan Shaohua retreated a hundred meters, gripping his sharp sword. His bearing was peerless. "As expected of the Little Princess of Iron Sword Marquis Estate. I knew you wouldn't be easy to deal with. Then, Little Princess, please be extra careful. This is a sword technique I painstakingly cultivated after coming to Dust Courtyard. Its power is by no means weak!"
"Thousand Raindrops!"
Wan Shaohua did not even make a move. Merely by spreading his sword intent, he summoned a dark cloud over the arena, as though it would topple a city. After lightning flashed and thunder roared, streams of rain descended from the sky, covering the arena without missing a single spot!
"What an exquisite sword technique. To be able to draw upon the power of heaven and earth today and bring down rain that circles the arena..." someone exclaimed in awe.
"This is troublesome." Iron Sword Marquis's eyes narrowed. With his seasoned experience, he could naturally tell that Wan Shaohua was no ordinary martial artist and would not be easy to deal with.
Shui Yunmeng's expression did not change. She looked toward Lin Bai and saw that the smile on his face had grown increasingly broad. Shui Yunmeng frowned. *What was there to be happy about?