Jun Tianlin Appears

At that moment, the enormous martial arts stage was already shrouded in billowing smoke and dust.

Of the more than five hundred thousand spectators, very few could make out what was happening within the arena, but Jun Tianlin was clearly not among them.

Jun Tianlin knew that this breathtaking contest had ended, and Zhang Zuowei was the victor.

Time passed second by second, and the thick smoke on the stage gradually began to disperse.

After another fifteen minutes or so, two blurry figures could finally be seen on the stage.

One was using the weapon in his hand to support himself, barely managing to remain standing, while the other was already half-kneeling on the ground.

Half an hour later, the smoke had completely cleared, and everyone could finally see who those two figures were.

The one still standing was Zhang Zuowei, who had previously been dressed in flowing white robes. He barely kept himself from collapsing by bracing himself with the longsword in his hand.

Meanwhile, the person about a meter away from him was Xia Tianci, dressed in a black robe, his facial features twisted together.

Xia Tianci's face was pale, filled with unwillingness. He refused to accept that he had lost, refused to accept that he had lost to someone like this.

The massive wounds covering his body seemed to proclaim just how fierce the battle had been.

Zhang Zuowei, on the other hand, was not in quite such a terrible state. Though his face was equally pale, his injuries were clearly lighter.

Jun Tianlin shook his head. Looking at the scene before him, Zhang Zuowei would probably find it difficult to recover for the rest of his life.

Was such a battle truly worth it? Destroying someone else even at the cost of ruining the rest of