In midair, the crescent-moon handguard blade in Mu Guyue's hand had already vanished. She did not kill her opponent. Instead, after soaring into the air, she drove a knee into his chest, knocking the beast-clad young man unconscious.
Boom!
The beast-clad young man crashed to the ground, smashing a deep, sunken crater into the hard earth amid a cloud of dust.
Only after a full ten breaths did a voice slowly ring out over the plaza through the silence.
"This battle, Moon Devil wins!"
The moment those words fell, all kinds of clamorous noises immediately erupted from the surrounding stands—curses, cries of delight, and everything in between.
"Damn it!"
Among the crowd in the stands, the suave and elegant Tang Feng cursed viciously. He had lost all his usual composure and refinement, leaving only an expression of agonized pain.
Although his heart had already turned half-cold when he saw the beast-clad young man crash into the dust, he had still hoped that, in the next instant, the man would rise into the sky again like a fierce tiger.
Yet in the end, there was no further movement from him. He failed to fly back out from beneath the ground.
As the voice in the air announced the result, Tang Feng's heart began to twitch violently. He had actually lost this wager.
At the thought of that lightning-element magic treasure, he could not help but curse again. Everything he had won before was not even enough to cover this one loss.
Li Yan, meanwhile, had been silently staring at the slender figure in the arena.
Even after she revealed a trace of weariness upon hearing the announcement that the match had ended and flew toward Master Lan, Li Yan remained silent.
After Mu Guyue returned, she landed directly behind Master Lan.