"Who won?"
The spectators outside the arena watched the livestream anxiously. They all wanted to know who had won after that sword strike.
Whoosh!
The clouds of yellow dust dispersed, revealing two figures before the crowd.
Jia Zhijie stood there with his sword in hand, covered in blood from head to toe like a blood-soaked man. His sword arm trembled slightly, and the tip of his blade was pointed at Xia Ping's chest.
By now, Xia Ping's defensive aura shield had crumbled completely and disappeared.
But the sword had stopped three inches from Xia Ping's chest. It hadn't been able to get any closer.
The Three-Foot Green Peak had unleashed such terrifying power that it had snapped with a crack. It shattered into more than a dozen pieces, which fell to the ground and became scrap metal.
"Not bad. Very impressive. You're the first person to pierce through my qi defense." Honestly, Xia Ping was a little surprised by the power of Jia Zhijie's sword. It had been astonishingly strong.
An ordinary martial artist could throw their life away in a suicide attack and still never break through his defenses.
Yet Jia Zhijie had pierced his aura shield with that sword.
Although he hadn't actually hurt Xia Ping, this showed just how exceptional he was. If he hadn't run into Xia Ping, he probably would have gone much further.
Jia Zhijie might even have been one of the favorites to win.
"Not bad?"
Hearing that, Jia Zhijie nearly broke down. His face twisted in anguish. He had put everything into that strike, unleashing an attack near the peak of his ability and gravely injuring himself in the process.
He had been certain that attack would hit. But all it had done was pierce the other man's aura shield without even