"We won! Xia Ping actually won?!"
One spectator stared in disbelief. Xia Ping had clearly been at a disadvantage, but then, out of nowhere, he advanced to the eighth level of the Martial Master realm, broke through in the middle of the fight, and turned the tables, utterly crushing Feng Qiudao.
The change had happened so quickly that they could barely keep up.
"You've got to be kidding me. Feng Qiudao actually lost?"
"He was a peak ninth-level Martial Master with Undying Phoenix Blood, and even had the Purple Gold Fan, a treasured artifact. How could he still lose?!"
"Can't be helped. That kid's a freak. You can't measure him by ordinary standards!"
"He broke through to the eighth level of the Martial Master realm in the middle of the match. That's just ridiculous."
"I have to admit it. He really does have the power to dominate the world."
"The champion, without a doubt."
The spectators were all amazed. Some of them had refused to accept Xia Ping before, but now even they had to concede. If even Feng Qiudao had lost, what could they do?
There was no way to fake anything in the ring. It all came down to pure strength, and Xia Ping had proved he had what it took to win the championship. Everyone who refused to accept it had been eliminated.
"It's over, it's all over. We're finished."
The moment the system announced Xia Ping's victory, a Core Student in the stands slumped in his seat, his face as pale as paper. He looked utterly drained.
Xia Ping's victory meant they had lost their bet with Qiu Xue, as well as their bet with Feng Hetang. They had not only lost their most precious treasures, but also most of their money.
"Cheating! That kid must