The battle between Su Xin and Di Jingfei completely overturned everyone's impression of the two.
Shen Wuming in particular had always believed he could fight Di Jingfei. Only today did he realize just how vast the gap between them truly was.
Yet what frustrated him even more was that he was not merely far inferior to Di Jingfei—he no longer had any confidence of defeating Su Xin either.
In the arena, Su Xin's earth-shattering Sword Twenty-Four flashed forth, instantly tearing apart the massive tornado Di Jingfei had formed with Dragon Sucks Water.
The entire Martial Arts Arena was now a complete mess, traces of their battle scattered everywhere. Near Di Jingfei stood a huge pit more than ten zhang deep, created by his Dragon Sucks Water secret technique.
Near Su Xin, meanwhile, lay an enormous sword scar stretching across the entire Martial Arts Arena, carved out by the fearsome sword qi of Sword Twenty-Four.
A light breeze blew past, and the hall behind the Martial Arts Arena came crashing down. Long Tianxiao's former grandeur and dominance were gone, leaving only a face full of misery.
Everyone present frowned. A draw?
Though Su Xin and Di Jingfei had both struck ruthlessly earlier, without holding anything back, the battle had not truly reached the point of a fight to the death.
That meant both still had trump cards they could use. But they were only deciding victory and defeat, not gambling with their lives, so neither had revealed those trump cards.
But if that was the case, were they simply tied? How was this supposed to be decided?
At that moment, Di Jingfei took out something. It was a small, exquisite golden flying dagger, engraved with a strange little dragon and emanating an unfathomable aura.
"I lost. Without the God-Slaying Flying Dagger,