Long Chen looked at the bell, then at Demon Dweller in his hand.
He sheathed the sword.
The crowd's murmuring grew louder.
"He put his sword away?"
"What's he doing?"
"Is he giving up already?"
Long Chen stepped closer to the bell and raised his right hand. He extended his index and middle fingers together in the classic Sword Finger position—a basic technique taught to all sword cultivators.
Then he channeled his Sword Aura into his fingertips.
The energy gathered instantly, invisible to normal sight but tangible to anyone with spiritual sense. It compressed into a single point at the tip of his fingers, sharp enough to pierce steel, concentrated enough to cut through qi barriers.
Long Chen flicked the bell.
His fingers barely touched the bronze surface—just a light tap, almost casual.
The crowd erupted in jeers.
"That's it!?"
"He just flicked it!"
"What a joke!"
"Did he think that would—"
DONG!
The bell rang.
