She was forced to retreat repeatedly, and in her shock, she forgot that she had already backed up to the edge of the martial arts stage.
Amid everyone's cries of alarm, it seemed that Duan Xiaomei was about to fall off the stage.
Yet the person on the stage extended the Soft Sword forward, wrapped it around her waist, and gently pulled her back onto the stage.
Everyone had a moment of false alarm and looked at the two on the stage.
Duan Xiaomei let out a long sigh but was unfortunately obliged to bow her head and concede.
"You won," she said.
Yue Rujing nodded slightly and retreated to the center of the martial arts stage.
"Is there anyone else?" he said to the people below the stage.
This time, the Duan Family suffered a serious blow to their reputation; two young masters and one young lady all went up and all lost.
Naturally, others wanted to restore some dignity for the Duan Family in such a situation, after all, they were Duan Family troops.
"I'll go..."
"I'll go too."
