"Lin Zhang lost!"
"Tsk, tsk, Qin Hao is downright heaven-defying. His understanding of the Wind-Rain Sword Domain has improved so much again."
"The Southern Reach's greatest genius truly lives up to his reputation."
Silence held over the Arena for a moment before an uproar broke out.
No one had expected Qin Hao to win so easily.
From start to finish, he had used only two moves: controlling the Setting Sun Sword to attack and unleashing the Wind-Rain Sword Domain.
But everyone had seen it clearly.
Simple though those two moves were, both were immensely powerful.
Had they been in Lin Zhang's place, they would have lost long ago.
That Lin Zhang had held out this long was proof of his strength.
Everyone buzzed with discussion, but Lin Zhang could not accept it at all.
"Roar, roar!"
"Chirp, chirp."
The cries of monsters came from behind both men.
They were the Silvermoon Dragon Flood Serpent and the Cloudwing Beast.
The Silvermoon Dragon Flood Serpent's growls were somewhat subdued. The serpent was already no match for the Cloudwing Beast, and now Lin Zhang had lost too, leaving the serpent without a shred of confidence.
The Cloudwing Beast, meanwhile, screeched with outrageous arrogance.
As though Lin Zhang and the Silvermoon Dragon Flood Serpent were both worthless trash.
"Brother Lin, thank you for the match."
Qin Hao beckoned, and the Setting Sun Sword landed in his hand. He then cupped his hands in salute.
"You..."
Lin Zhang's face twitched, torn with emotion. His voice trembled, and his eyes reddened slightly. "I won't accept it. How could you possibly defeat me so easily..."
"If you agree to a wager, you must accept the loss."
Rather than answer directly, Qin Hao glanced at Lin Zhang and spoke calmly.
They had agreed beforehand that if Qin Hao