Old Blade Zhao had won, yet his heart was a tumult of mixed flavors. This Life and Death Duel had seemed spectacular, but in truth, whether it was him or Gu Li, neither had been acting of their own will. They had merely been puppets manipulated by others. His victory was certainly gratifying, but it was also sorrowful.
Yet such low spirits did not sway his resolve. He still gathered himself and swore to climb to the pinnacle of the Way of the Saber and the heights of martial arts, never regretting it even if he died a hundred deaths.
As Gu Li died, the wooden saber in Old Blade Zhao's hand finally crumbled into dust as its power dissipated, scattering down over the devastated grand arena.
This showed that what had been powerful was the force within the wooden saber, not the wooden saber itself.
At the same time, countless people in the stands surrounding the grand arena cried out in shock. Some beat their chests and stamped their feet. Perhaps because the outcome had been decided and they had suffered devastating losses, proving once again that gambling dogs deserved no good death.
Some seemed to awaken from a dream, having been immersed in that incomparably thrilling Life and Death Duel as though they had fallen into one. Now that victory and defeat had been decided, the dream had ended.
Others looked as if they had escaped death itself, gulping down air. More than anything, people vented the surging emotions in their hearts through wild cheers.
Take the rather renowned Xie Family brothers of Kaiming City. They were considered skilled figures in their own right, outstanding among Innate Martial Artists. At this moment, they looked as though they had narrowly escaped death, staring at Old Blade Zhao on the