"By a stroke of luck... I beat you by half a sword's length."
And then—
"The Sword Sect, Xi Qingyi wins!"
Hearing this, Xi Qingyi collapsed to the ground.
By now, a collective gasp filled the air, as if it carried with it the sound of countless hearts breaking.
The Sword Sect could win?
The final arena now only had Su Bei remaining.
BOOM!
The heavens and the earth rumbled and roared.
Su Bei's lips curled into an ugly smile as he murmured to himself, "With this sword strike, I'm afraid I'll pass out..."
At No-Sword Peak, he had once said that he hated those manga protagonists who, after a big fight, simply collapsed to the ground. He didn't want to fall to the ground in front of everyone. How lacking in style would that be?
"This is the last sword."
"If that's the case, it should be made to look beautiful."
.....
As his words fell, Su Bei smiled, the Qingping Sword soaring into the sky. Suddenly, a buzzing sound erupted, and everyone involuntarily looked up.
