"Today, Miss Feng Ming won."
Clairaudient gave a bitter smile. Anyone could understand how stifled the other side felt. It had clearly been a battle they were certain to win, yet it had ended so unsatisfactorily.
Among the five seeded contestants, Feng Ming was absolutely the weakest.
Compared to the others, Feng Ming might indeed have been strong, but among these five, her strength was simply far too weak. She would likely have been defeated within a hundred exchanges—the premise being that nothing like what had just happened occurred.
The people around them were equally stunned by the sight.
"Damn, something like this could actually happen? Feng Ming's luck is way too good."
"Isn't that exactly it?
"If we had luck like that, perhaps we could have safely made it into the ranks of the final seeded contestants too. What a pity."
Voices gradually rose all around the arena. Everyone was incomparably envious, wishing they could immediately step in and take her place.
They could skip who knew how many years of struggle. No one wanted to suffer needlessly here. This was the one and only path of cultivation in the present cultivation world.
"I really won?"
On the arena stage, Feng Ming herself still looked somewhat dazed. Though she seemed adorably foolish, the cultivation world was the last place where anyone would offer sympathy or pity. That only made her present success seem far too easy.
There was an absolute mass of people beneath the stage who envied her, each of them wishing they could fight her right there and see who the final lucky one truly was.
Unfortunately, Feng Ming was not stupid. Otherwise, she might truly have gone up against them.
"I won! I won!"
Feng Ming shouted excitedly.
Next depended on whether she received a bye.