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"Wait!"
Feng Sha's voice suddenly rang out, cutting him off.
Feng Sha strode up beside Feng Mountain-Breaker, a complicated look in his eyes.
Feng Mountain-Breaker frowned, his voice weary. "Madman, we lost. There's no need."
The searing pain of his wounds and his mental exhaustion left even his voice weak.
"I know," Feng Sha answered in a low voice.
Of course he knew the outcome was already settled.
His gaze passed over Feng Mountain-Breaker and locked firmly onto Chen Mu, who had already darted back to Chen Xiaojun's side.
There was no dejection over defeat in those eyes, only a burning, almost stubborn will to fight.
Facing Chen Xiaojun, he said, each word distinct, "Chen Xiaojun, our Divine Wind Team lost this match. There's nothing more to say about that."
Yet a moment later, the massive Wind Demon Sword in his hand rose abruptly, pointing straight at Chen Mu. "But I hope you'll give me a little time to finish the duel we couldn't complete earlier!"
Chen Mu raised an eyebrow slightly. Looking at Feng Sha, whose sword tip pointed at him, he curled his lips into an amused smile. "Seems you still have plenty of pride."
It was impossible to tell whether his tone held mockery or appreciation.
"Pride has nothing to do with it." Feng Sha's gaze was calm, carrying a pure determination. "An encounter like this is rare. I just want to fulfill a wish."
Chen Xiaojun looked at the stubborn Feng Sha, then at Chen Mu, whose fighting spirit had yet to fade. His eyes shifted slightly before he finally said calmly, "Very well."
He then turned toward the chief referee, who had long since swept down onto the Soul Fighting Platform and was hovering nearby.
The referee surveyed