In the spectator stands, many of the Referees looked troubled.
In his eyes, the two below were already very close. Half of Zhang Suannai's blade hovered before Chen Shu, a hair's breadth from cutting him down.
"How do we call this?"
The Referees looked toward the big shots from the Spirit Sect and the Sword Sect.
"It's only a sparring match. Winning or losing isn't important. What matters is giving it your all, and what you gain from the experience," Vice Sect Master Du Heng said with a smile.
"We of the Sword Sect can take a loss." The Sword Sect big shot stared ahead impassively, then added, "But starting with the next Martial Body Meet, Sword Sect Disciples must be allowed to bring their own Spirit Swords. Otherwise, don't bother holding it."
"..."
The Referees exchanged glances.
"How about..."
"A draw?"
Two of them ventured the suggestion.
Just then, a hoarse voice came from the Arena:
"I concede!"
Everyone looked toward the voice.
The vast Arena resembled hell, and the two of them looked like tiny black specks within it.
Zhang Suannai hovered face-to-face with Chen Shu. She tossed aside the short sword in her hand and said coldly, "Count this as my loss, but don't get carried away. It was only this once. If I hadn't been using that lousy King Court sword, even an ordinary Spirit Sword would've let me beat you. With the Divine Sword, I'd defeat you easily."
"I'm over here."
"Oh, right... Count this as..."
"To your left."
"Oh, right... Count this as my loss..."
"Not necessarily. You might still have made it through. You just wouldn't have won very gracefully." Chen Shu paused after consoling her. "But I know what you mean. You're saying I shouldn't show off in front of you afterward,