The entire Open-Air Martial Arts Arena fell deathly silent.
Everyone stared at the graceful figure in the center of the Tournament Stage, their eyes filled with horror.
Jun Wangchen's sword strike had truly brought the essence of Gentle Breeze to its utmost limit.
Qian Rumo and Zi Hanyan were both stunned by the brilliance of that strike. Only the glimmer of admiration in their eyes proved they had not gone numb.
An intense light flared in Zifeng Town's eyes. Every time he saw Jun Wangchen, the young man's strength surpassed his expectations by another level.
At this rate, it would not be long before Jun Wangchen firmly established himself at the pinnacle of Jinling City.
No, I need to hurry and make sure Xiao Yan holds on to Jun Wangchen! Zifeng Town glanced at Zi Hanyan beside him, his resolve growing firmer.
On the Tournament Stage, Poison Snake sighed. "I concede!"
He had indeed lost. Whether in speed, strength, or even terrifying martial techniques, he was no match for Jun Wangchen.
Everything he took pride in was as fragile as a sheet of paper before Jun Wangchen.
"Poison Snake of the North District concedes! Jun Wangchen of the East District wins! The East District takes the first round!" Fu Fubin announced the result the moment Poison Snake conceded.
The entire arena was silent. Everyone stared at the young man standing in the center of the Tournament Stage. Though lean, he radiated formidable presence, his expression resolute.
Brother Eight was shaken to his core. Jun Wangchen's figure suddenly seemed far taller and more imposing in his eyes, and he remained trapped in the shock of the match he had just witnessed.
After a moment of silence, the East District's camp erupted into thunderous applause.
Jun Wangchen had single-handedly turned the tide