The Seal... Was Broken

Lin Qingyan rose to her feet and gazed across the arena.

The blonde swordswoman opposite her did the same.

One had mastered the sword while still a Seventh Tier Martial Master. The other was even more extraordinary: she had awakened her talent at the Sixth Tier, an unprecedented feat.

Now these two exceptional women faced each other.

They were like two moons suspended high in the sky, each reflecting the other's light.

Dazzling beyond compare.

Martial artists around the world could only look up at them.

Beautiful actresses and the leading women of countless guilds could do nothing but admire them—and feel inadequate.

They weren't even worthy of being compared to the pair. They were fireflies beside the moon.

"Who said women can't match men?"

"Where are those creeps who said women are naturally worse at martial arts? Come on, speak up!"

"This is the power of women!"

"Isn't this the first final between two women in National War history?!"

Some women were more excited than if they had reached the National War final themselves. They posted frantically online, as though the honor were their own.

Some men had other things to say:

"What about God Jiang?"

"I admit Ice God and Christina are strong, but what does that have to do with you?"

"Sikong's no slouch either, right?"

"Yeah, exactly. Next time anyone says women are at a disadvantage in martial arts, I'll be the first to object!"

"Exactly!"

"I demand equal treatment for male and female martial artists! Take away the special treatment women get!"

"...Could you stop arguing and just cheer for Ice God?"

"Wait, look at God Jiang. What's he doing?!"

Under the gaze of viewers around the world, the black-haired young man in the team leaders' area tapped an armrest with one hand. Crimson ripples