It turned out that Head Wang was nowhere near as powerless as he appeared. He had been brewing a devastating killing move all along. Not only had it fooled Head Chen, but it had severely wounded him in one stroke.
"Th-This? They really are more treacherous than the last..."
Sanbao could only blame his misjudgment on the other man's cunning. At the same time, he learned a lesson: no matter when, one could never underestimate an opponent.
"I concede!"
Head Wang's broadsword slashed mercilessly toward the already incapacitated Head Chen, forcing Head Chen to surrender aloud. Otherwise, his life would be in danger.
"Hmph, you dared challenge the authority of our Wang Family. You must die!" Head Wang deliberately pretended that he could not control his broadsword, then viciously cleaved it down at Head Chen.
"That's enough. Victory and defeat have been decided. End it here." Ye Weihuo appeared in the arena like a ghost, casually catching Head Wang's broadsword between two fingers before speaking in a deep voice.
"Yes, Lord Ye. I failed to control my strength for a moment..."
With the Ye Family head stepping in, Old Wang could only quit while he was ahead. Fortunately, he had secured his family's position as an elder of the Spirit Cultivation Hall at the final moment. For the next ten years, his family's standing would be guaranteed.
The entire match had been full of twists and turns. In the end, the seasoned Wang Family claimed the final victory, while the Chen Family paid a grievous price. Their family head's right hand had been severed, and the strength of the entire family had plummeted. One could imagine that the next ten years would not be easy for them.
"Alright, the first match is over. The Wang Family wins. Now, the second