It's unclear how much time passed before the stunned referee finally came to his senses. He hastily shouted, "North Mountain, Wen Qingye wins!"
Only then did the crowd react.
"How does Wen Qingye know Yann Xiangyang's Proud Cold Sword Technique? And he's so proficient with it!"
"Is this what a true genius is like? He comprehended two Martial Arts just by watching the Profound Light Mirror once?"
"Wen Qingye's talent is just staggering. That one sword strike... even though he only just comprehended it, it looked as if he'd practiced it countless times."
"Heavens, so Wen Qingye's greatest strength is his Swordsmanship! He's a prodigy of the Sword Dao!"
Yann Xiangyang stared at the ice flower on Wen Qingye's chest, her teeth clenched in fury as she glared at him. Her legs were now frozen solid by his sword strike.
"I haven't lost!" Yann Xiangyang declared, unwilling to concede. She tried to force herself to raise her sword.
SWOOSH!
