The silence lingered over Arena Number Ten for several seconds.
The air still vibrated with the residual energy of the lightning storm that had swept across the platform. Tiny violet sparks continued to dance here and there, like the final notes of a symphony that had ended abruptly.
The scent of ozone still lingered in the air, a fragrant reminder of the power that had been unleashed.
No one seemed able to believe what they had just witnessed.
Wu Fan. A well-known, experienced cultivator at the seventh stage of the Core Formation Realm. He had been defeated... without even managing to touch his opponent.
The spectators' eyes were fixed on the kneeling figure at the center of the arena. Wu Fan trembled uncontrollably, his sword lying beside him, his expression of disbelief still frozen on his face.
He was a seasoned warrior who had faced countless opponents over the years. Yet never, in all of his battles, had he experienced anything like this.
