Two figures flew backward out of the dispersing smoke and dust.
Dai Yunze landed, then stumbled back another three thudding steps before barely finding his footing.
Opposite him, Wang Qiu'er slid several meters backward across the ground before just managing to stop.
That was largely thanks to the golden spear in her hand, which she had driven hard into the ground to steady herself.
Aside from a scant few, most of the spectators had not seen when she had drawn that golden spear. They did not even know who had won or lost this seemingly evenly matched battle.
They watched the arena tensely, waiting for the final verdict.
Xuan Zi stood up, wiped his greasy hands, and said, "Have you figured out the result? If you have, go announce it. This old man will be leaving first. I won't stick around to join in your fun."
With that, he walked away with his hands behind his back.
Yan Shaozhe flew down and swept away the remaining dust on the platform with a wave of his hand. Looking at the two contestants, who were still staring intently at each other, he smiled. "Let's end this match here. For the time being, it seems neither of you can get the better of the other. Since that's the case, your battle will end in a draw."
Wang Qiu'er straightened up and put away the Golden Dragon Spear. She gave a barely audible huff, as though she was still a little unwilling to accept the outcome. "He's a little stronger than I am."
Opposite her, Dai Yunze smiled faintly. "Her physical strength is a little greater than mine." Then he looked at Yan Shaozhe. "Dean Yan, we don't have to pay for the damage to the arena, do we?"
Yan Shaozhe could not help