Heaven-Piercing Peak.
The martial arts square.
Tian Yun crashed heavily against the edge of the arena.
His scarlet immortal sword let out a mournful cry and fell to the ground, its light dimming almost completely.
Its spiritual essence had clearly been damaged.
The entire arena fell deathly silent.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, as if they'd just seen a sow climb a tree.
He'd... won just like that?
That seemingly dim-witted Zhang Xiaofan had sent Tian Yun flying with a single swing of his staff?
Even the referee elder on the platform was stunned for two seconds before coming to his senses.
He glanced at Tian Yun, who was sprawled on the ground, struggling to get up but unable to manage it.
Then he looked at Zhang Xiaofan, standing in the center of the arena, panting heavily. The web between his thumbs and forefingers had split and bled, yet he still gripped his staff tightly.
The victor was clear.
"Fourth match..."
"Zhang Xiaofan of Great Bamboo Peak wins!"
The elder's voice sounded a little hoarse.
But to the people of Great Bamboo Peak, it rang like a heavenly melody.
"He won!"
"Ninth won!"
Du Bishu was the first to leap up. He flung the dice in his hand into the air and shouted excitedly.
Song Daren's face flushed with excitement as he slapped his thigh hard.
Even the usually composed He Dazhi had forgotten to fan himself with his folding fan, a look of disbelief and delight on his face.
Tian Ling'er was even more exuberant. If Su Ru hadn't held her back, she would have rushed onto the platform.
Tian Buyi sat in his chair.
His plump body seemed to stiffen for a moment.
Then.
He slowly lifted his teacup to his lips, meaning to take a sip and hide his