Xuan Zi sat in the stands, took a swig of wine, and watched the arena through bleary eyes.
Ma Xiaotao's Phoenix Flame had just blasted Dai Yaoheng away. Xue Lingyun had suppressed Chen Zifeng and Beibei's joint attack with his bare hands. Ling Luochen had withdrawn her Ice Staff, He Caitou's cannon fire was still roaring, and Xiao Xiao's xiao sound had never stopped.
The outcome was already obvious.
Although both sides still had combat strength, there was no point in continuing.
On Ma Xiaotao's side, Gongyang Mo's support kept everyone recovering, Huo Yuhao's Spiritual Probe left the other side with no secrets, and Xue Lingyun alone had tied down three opponents.
On Dai Yaoheng's side, Ling Luochen had been suppressed by Xue Lingyun's Martial Soul to the point of being nearly crippled. Even Chen Zifeng and Beibei together could not get close to Xue Lingyun. If they kept fighting, Dai Yaoheng's side would only lose more disgracefully.
They could not really fight to the death.
"Enough. Stop. Ma Xiaotao's team wins."
Xuan Zi's voice came down from the stands. It was not loud, but everyone heard it clearly.
Dai Yaoheng climbed up from the ground and brushed the dust off himself.
A large section of his school uniform had been scorched, and smoke still rose from his cuff. He looked at Ma Xiaotao, then at Xue Lingyun, his lips pressed into a thin line.
He said nothing, but his clenched fists exposed his unwillingness to accept it.
Chen Zifeng recalled his Soul Chasing Sword. Cold air still clung to the blade, freezing his fingers stiff.
He looked down at the split wound in the web of his hand, then raised his head to look at Xue Lingyun, his expression complicated. A level fifty-seven Spirit King had had his sword