Jian Kuangzi's Body Protection Divine Light vanished in an instant, as flimsy as paper.
His body was like a meteor struck by a star hurtling at high speed.
He flew backward at an even greater speed than when he had charged in.
A long line of blood traced a tragic, beautiful arc through the air.
"Bang!"
He crashed heavily onto the plaza outside the arena, smashing the hard ground into a huge human-shaped crater as smoke and dust billowed everywhere.
After struggling twice, his head lolled to the side, and he passed out completely.
Grievously injured and unconscious.
Everyone stared blankly at the figure standing proudly at the center of the arena.
The wind drifted softly past, lifting the corner of his robe.
He was still breathing lightly, and his face looked somewhat pale.
It seemed that the attack just now had exhausted all his strength.
Yet this very figure gave everyone an unprecedented visual and spiritual shock.
The dead silence lasted for more than a dozen breaths.
"He... he won? My heavens! Jian Kuangzi... lost!"
"After fighting fifteen consecutive battles and then battling Jian Kuangzi fiercely for an hour, he could still unleash such a terrifying finishing sword strike!"
After the brief silence, the crowd erupted like a volcano, unleashing thunderous uproar and cheers.
Countless spectators, regardless of their stance, were dumbfounded at that moment, unable to believe what they had seen.
Their gaze toward Yang Lingtian had shifted from their initial contempt to solemnity.
Then to shock, and finally into deep fear and awe.
A prodigy? That word was no longer enough to describe Yang Lingtian's terror!
This was a monster—a complete monster beyond all common sense!
"Thud."
Among the Four Great Powers, Elder Wang of Myriad Law Gate collapsed into his chair.
His face was livid, his