The Victor

By now, everyone had completely forgotten what had just happened to Liu Wuji.

All of them stared intently at Yu Zhiwen, who was moving.

It was as though everyone had stopped breathing as they fixed their eyes on the enormous arena.

They watched that corner, the man dressed in black within it, and Yu Zhiwen.

Yu Zhiwen's fists pressed fiercely against the ground as he tried to slowly rise.

But he failed. His chest had only just left the ground before it crashed down once more.

Yet Jun Tianlin knew exactly how heavily he had fallen. Yu Zhiwen slowly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Then, he seemed to have passed out again.

"Is it... is it a draw?"

"That depends on the referee's decision."

Someone asked, and someone answered.

Yet the old man sitting in that corner, Ouyang Xiongfeng, the Second Elder of the Takamagahara Holy Land's Council of Elders, made no move.

Everyone understood then. Even if both of them died, there still had to be a winner and a loser. A draw was absolutely impossible.

But how were they supposed to determine the winner now? Everyone was puzzled.

Even Zhang Yana beside Jun Tianlin widened her eyes and looked at him curiously.

"Don't look at me. Watch the arena. It's not over yet," Jun Tianlin said irritably.

"I'm looking at you. What, you won't let me?" Zhang Yana mimicked his tone.

"Do I have flowers growing on my face?" Jun Tianlin raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, you do. I like looking at them. Is that not allowed?" Zhang Yana raised her brows as well.

The moment she said it, she regretted it. What am I even saying?

But Jun Tianlin was delighted, inwardly sighing that this girl was truly too foolish.

Zhang Yana was simply too amusing. How