The silence in the hall was absolute, broken only by the distant sound of restrained breathing and the occasional crackle of melting ice in the arena.
Yun Hao's energy fist still echoed in everyone's mind, just as Kyrian's unshakable defense did, which had turned the arena into a frozen battlefield.
A murmur began to arise, low at first, but growing like a wave.
"A draw… against Yun Hao?" whispered a young man from the Earth Forge, his eyes wide.
"That kid from the Blood Court… he hasn't even reached the peak of Qi Liberation realm. How did he endure it?"
"It wasn't just enduring," replied another, from the Blue Mountain Alliance, leaning forward.
"He forced Yun Hao to use his special physique to the limit. If it weren't for the difference in cultivation, I think Yun Hao would have lost."
The local nobles, watching from more distant tables, exchanged nervous looks.
"The Blood Court always sends monsters… Remember their master. That kid must be the next one."
