"Wu Mingxuan wins!" Chen Hong announced expressionlessly.
Cheng Tianqing was seriously injured and unconscious, while Wu Mingxuan's injuries were lighter, so naturally Wu Mingxuan won.
Yet there was no joy on his face. Instead, his expression was grim.
He could have won by fighting steadily, but Cheng Tianqing had thrown caution to the wind and injured him in their clash. Facing their third disciple, Xue Yang, would be difficult now.
Xue Yang was also one of the strongest and most renowned disciples of the Northern Peak Sword Sect's younger generation. Though he had not made Great Yan's Dragon-Tiger Ranking, his strength was not to be underestimated.
Wu Mingxuan had originally planned to wear Xue Yang down as much as possible after defeating Cheng Tianqing, securing a greater advantage for Senior Brother Jiang Chen, the strongest on their side.
But now that he was injured, could he still carry out that carefully calculated plan?
After entering the arena, Xue Yang frowned slightly at the blood streaming from Wu Mingxuan's shoulder.
"Go dress your wound. I won't take advantage of your plight."
"No need!" Wu Mingxuan pointed his long saber at Xue Yang from a distance.
"Come at me!"
"Then I'll oblige!"
Xue Yang pushed off with his toes and closed in like a phantom. The instant his long sword left its sheath, a streak of dark light tore through the air, thrusting straight at Wu Mingxuan's heart. It was unimaginably fast, the wind of his sword carrying a keen, cutting force that locked onto Wu Mingxuan's every movement.
Wu Mingxuan dared not be careless and swung his saber with his right hand to block. But his injured shoulder still hampered him, slowing his saber by half a beat. With a sharp clang, the sword's tip struck the saber's spine. A deft