When the dust stirred up by the sword qi cleared, everyone saw an unbelievable sight.
Gui Bieli stood where he had been, with Shengyuan's blade resting across his neck—
To be fair, the girl had hardly applied any pressure. Yet the sight was so bizarre that the spectators fell speechless.
The long-renowned Bieli of the South had now been checkmated by a girl not yet sixteen, someone virtually unknown in this arena whom no one had favored.
...Before the match, if anyone had told them this would happen, their first reaction would have been to spit in that person's face. Did you know who Gui Bieli was? Did you know how many experts he had killed? Could trash like you even last fifteen minutes against him? And you thought a little girl could turn the tables on someone like that? Were you mad, or was I?
Wait.
Could I be under some sinister spell? Or had some mighty cultivator opened a Dharma Realm here and made me hallucinate?
Otherwise, this made no sense!
But in truth, their reactions were relatively restrained.
Chen Luo, for instance, seized Zhou You by the collar and hoisted him up, then roared, spittle flying.
"Brother Zhou, explain this to me! I know how good that girl Yunshao is. How could she... how could she possibly beat Gui Bieli? You're definitely hiding something from me... No, did I drink too much? Am I still drunk? Hit me once. Let's see if that wakes me up..."
You asked for it. Zhou You showed no mercy and slapped him squarely across the face. Even with Chen Luo's thick skin, the force left a swollen patch on his cheek.
Thanks to that, however, he finally calmed down somewhat. He tossed Zhou You aside, then rubbed his face and muttered.