The Victor, Shangguan Leiting!

At last, as the billowing smoke and dust dispersed, everyone finally saw what had happened.

The arena, reinforced by the formation, had been blasted with a huge hole, as though it were testifying to the terrifying power of that attack.

Jun Tianlin was also stunned. Tian Wudao had been perfectly fine just moments ago—how had he lost so suddenly?

The thunderbolt as thick as a water barrel had finally finished descending, and Shangguan Leiting slowly floated down from the air, traces of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Tian Wudao was in far worse shape. He lay off to one side, gasping for breath as he eyed Shangguan Leiting suspiciously without saying a word.

He replayed what had just happened in his mind. Terrifying—far too terrifying. What exactly had that thing been...?

Of course, Jun Tianlin had no idea what he was thinking, nor did he know that it was his "power" that had decided the battle. Otherwise, Tian Wudao would most likely have won.

That was martial competition. Luck was also part of one's strength.

Shangguan Leiting smiled. Though he did not know how he had won, he was still overjoyed.

Naturally, he did not think his own strength had been enough to win this competition. He had long since realized that Tian Wudao was absolutely stronger than him.

Moreover, this had been a competition, completed under the watchful eyes of everyone.

What if it had been in the wilderness? Or if Tian Wudao had used his Great Void Art for an assassination or something similar?

He probably would not even know how he died...

"You won..." Tian Wudao finally spoke those three words.

"Yes, I won. I never expected it—I finally defeated you." Shangguan Leiting immediately replied.

Upon hearing their exchange, the hundreds of thousands of spectators