"Won this battle?"
"That's right, you didn't see wrong. Won—it really was a victory."
"Amazing. The Peach Blossom Sword Immortal truly lived up to his reputation. Why didn't he kill his opponent?"
"Who knows? As long as he won, that's enough."
"Winning is enough. Don't demand so much. The process doesn't matter; only the result does. Whether to kill or not is for him to decide."
"Exactly."
"Well said."
"Indeed."
On the Origin Continent spectators' platform, countless cultivators began cheering when they saw the victory.
Every victory was worth cheering for.
But this battle was different from the previous ones.
In this battle, both people survived in the end.
In the previous battles, after a fierce fight, either at least one person died, or both died.
Yet in this battle, not a single one had died.
It truly was rare.
This was the first time it had happened.
Some cultivators complained that the Chaos Ancient Clan was so brutal, so why had he not dealt the killing blow?
But another group of cultivators chose to remain silent.
In their eyes, being able to win was already incredibly impressive. Why demand so much more?
Winning was enough.
The ending was good, and that was enough.
Nothing else was needed at all.
The great battle thus came to an end, and the Origin Continent gained another point.
"Well done! That was a beautiful fight. Though I didn't see some of the details clearly, it really was magnificent."
"It truly was magnificent. That kid has grown stronger again, but unfortunately, he has gone down the wrong path."
"He still failed to take that final step."
"As long as he takes that step, his strength will definitely surpass what it is now—by far, far more."
"Yes, he is only one final step away."
"Ah..."