When Huang Xiao landed back on the ground with Feng Xiaofeng's Precious Sword in hand, the Martial Arts Arena fell silent. Everyone stared at the scene before them with wide eyes and faces full of disbelief.
With a swish, Huang Xiao drew the Precious Sword. He glanced at it, then lightly flicked the Sword Body with a finger. The Sword Body trembled faintly, giving off a clear hum.
"A fine sword. A fine sword indeed. But the man wielding it leaves much to be desired," Huang Xiao said mildly.
The people around them had also come to their senses. They had already reacted when Huang Xiao flicked the Sword Body and made it ring.
Then, at Huang Xiao's words, the crowd erupted.
"He lost just like that? He's one of the Sword Pavilion's three great geniuses!"
"It's only natural that he lost. The Transcendent Immortal Sword Lord's successor is at the Half-Step Martial Realm. There's a gap in their realms."
"So what if there's a gap? Wasn't he only using Seven-Tenths Power? And he hasn't even used his swordsmanship. To defeat his opponent so easily with that strength—his abilities really are unfathomable."
"How can you guarantee he wasn't using his full strength?"
"Ridiculous. With the Three Pavilion Masters here, do you think those three seniors wouldn't be able to tell?"
Feng Xiaofeng's face was pale. He had never expected this contest to turn out like this. Everything had gone completely beyond his expectations, and at that moment, his mind was almost entirely blank.
Looking at the utterly dazed Feng Xiaofeng opposite him, Huang Xiao was equally surprised.
He had not expected to seize Feng Xiaofeng's Precious Sword so easily either. He had originally prepared himself for a fierce battle.
With Seven-Tenths Power and without using his Demonic Art, defeating Feng