"Won? Just like that?"
"How could there be two Yuanshi Tianzuns? What kind of move was that? I completely didn't get it. Can someone explain?"
"You didn't get that? Yuanshi Tianzun used a clone from the very beginning. His real body had been lurking nearby the whole time, waiting for a chance to ambush him. That was a truly vicious move. I kept wondering how he would deal with Crossing Pawn's insight ability. I never expected him to simply create a clone."
"It was a bit of a trick, but Crossing Pawn also borrowed the appropriate item to counter Yuanshi Tianzun. Everyone competed by the rules. He lost, so there's nothing to say."
"Less than a minute was short, but it was so thrilling. Yuanshi Tianzun was still like he was in the last match—he liked setting things up and plotting. He wasn't the type who enjoyed a straightforward, exhilarating fight."
"Crossing Pawn wasn't bad either. His strategy was fine: seize the chance to get close and end it quickly. He couldn't drag things out; the longer it went on, the more certain his defeat. But it seemed Yuanshi Tianzun had calculated that too. Sigh, in that brief minute, there were so many unseen contests."
Compared to the thunderous applause that had erupted after Jiang Jingwei and Zhao Chenghuang's battle, the spectators around the crater were much calmer now. There were no earth-shaking cheers.
Yet the discussion was far livelier, like fans after a gaming match, passionately dissecting both sides' tactics, criticizing this person's shortcomings, pointing out mistakes in their responses, and arguing over which team fight they should not have rushed into.
Their relish was practically palpable.
As for Zhao Chenghuang and Jiang Jingwei's battle, all they could say was, "Holy shit!"
At most, they could add, "That was