On the arena.
Xu Wuyi's arms hung weakly at his sides as he panted heavily.
Although he had relied on surprise to shatter Su Yueling's sword shadows, he had not come out of it unscathed either.
Forcefully clashing head-on with the sword shadows had left his mind feeling as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. The wound on his left shoulder had split open, and the skin and flesh over his right fist were torn and bloody.
Even so, his gaze remained locked on Su Yueling, who had fallen to the ground.
The match was not over yet!
Seeing Su Yueling crash to the floor, Xu Wuyi suppressed the pain in his body and immediately pressed forward, throwing another punch straight at her face.
It was not that he wanted Su Yueling dead. Only when the proctoring teacher beside them was forced to intervene would this match truly be over.
On the other side, Su Yueling's face was pale. She still wanted to forcefully rouse her blood and qi to keep fighting, but with her spiritual sword shadows destroyed, recovering was not that easy.
"Enough."
A calm voice rang out.
A figure swept across the arena like a breeze and appeared beside Su Yueling, gently pressing a hand on her shoulder.
As for Xu Wuyi's incoming fist, he casually brushed it aside, and it lightly fell away to the side.
This person was also wearing a proctoring teacher's uniform. His face was ordinary, his aura restrained, and it was completely impossible to tell what level his cultivation had reached.
He looked at Su Yueling and shook his head slightly. "Yueling, the outcome has been decided. There is no need to force it. Your injuries also need to be treated immediately."
Su Yueling looked at the newcomer. Her