Defeated. Still defeated. Even though he had astonished everyone, the result was still just as powerless and disheartening.
Hou Zhuang lowered his head and slowly left from the other side of the arena. He did not return to the contestants' section.
He glanced lightly in that direction and saw a handsome man nodding at him.
He froze for a moment, then gently nodded back in return before disappearing into the noisy arena.
He could feel everyone cheering for Yu Huadie, while his own heart seemed to be taking blow after blow.
He secretly clenched his fists, carried that long saber, and dragged his battered body away in silence...
Yet no one paid attention to a loser like him.
All eyes were fixed on Yu Huadie as she stepped down from the other side of the arena. At that moment, she was so graceful and elegant, like a true butterfly—beautiful and captivating.
Of course, Jun Tianlin was not watching her. Instead, he watched Hou Zhuang leave.
He merely felt that the man with the perm-like curls was rather interesting, and his strength was impressive as well. He was quite a remarkable fellow, but it had nothing to do with him. Jun Tianlin did not speak to stop him. If he wanted to leave, then let him leave...
At that moment, Ouyang Xiongfeng, the Second Elder of the Takamagahara Holy Land Council of Elders, once again stepped onto the enormous arena and announced loudly to everyone.
"The victor is Yu Huadie. The competition will continue. Next, contestant number 5192, Wang Benshuo, will face contestant number 1522..."
One battle after another continued in succession.
There were truly thrilling clashes, and naturally, there were also contestants who feared powerful opponents so greatly that they did not dare make a move and surrendered outright.
Yet