"Stop!"
An invisible core qi domain suddenly appeared, instantly separating the razor-sharp astral force between the two men.
Under the power of this domain,
Zhao Yichen was caught in its reach, and his mind instantly went blank.
His steps faltered, and he crumpled to the ground.
Su Xinghe, by contrast, remained standing upright despite the interference, thanks to the energy of his Spirit Sea protecting his Consciousness Space.
Seeing that the situation was under control, Shangguan Jing parted her red lips:
"You won!"
The black iron saber hung in midair.
Su Xinghe had stopped it himself.
Although the mental will looming over his head was powerful, it had not yet robbed him of his ability to fight. Had he wished, another half foot of descent would have severed the head of Yi Thirty-Eight, who had challenged him.
But there was no need.
He withdrew his saber and stood where he was, steadying the qi-blood power within him.
Another battle was still waiting for him.
To end this fight swiftly, he had spent one strand of astral qi.
Three hundred taels of silver per strand.
It hardly seemed worth it.
But this was his first battle since joining the Demon Suppression Bureau, and he had to make a name for himself. Otherwise, every stray cat and dog would dare climb all over him and challenge him in the future.
Approval appeared on Shangguan Jing's face.
Then she gave a gentle wave of her hand.
Zhao Yichen, still on the ground and dazed by his defeat, was wrapped in core qi and tossed outside the domain.
"Do you need a rest?"
Su Xinghe shook his head.
Since he was establishing his authority, he could not drag his feet.
Shangguan Jing nodded again.
Then she looked toward the edge of the training grounds.