"I am still alive, and he is not dead either. In this decisive battle, how can there be a winner or loser?"
Ye Xuan chuckled a few times, wiped the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and said in a deep voice.
"But just now... that battle?"
Ying Tian was taken aback, fully aware of what Ye Xuan meant by that statement: this decisive battle would happen once more.
Between Ye Xuan and the Scholarly Sword, a winner must be determined!
Because on the arena, there is never a tie.
"Just now, that battle..."
Ye Xuan laughed lightly, walked down from the stage, and said, "Let's talk as we walk."
"Hmm, alright."
Ying Tian hurriedly followed Ye Xuan, and the old man Lan also quickly caught up.
The crowd around the arena was growing larger, seemingly everyone had the same question in their hearts: who was the victor of that previous battle?
