On the stage.
Xu Wuyi's arms hung limply at his sides as he gasped for breath.
Although he had shattered Su Yueling's Spirit Sword Shadow with a surprise attack, he hadn't escaped unscathed.
Clashing head-on with the Spirit Sword Shadow had struck his spirit like a Heavy Hammer. The wound on his left shoulder had split open, and the skin on his right fist was torn and bloody.
However, his gaze remained locked on Su Yueling, who had fallen to the floor.
'The match isn't over yet!'
Seeing Su Yueling fall to the ground, Xu Wuyi suppressed the pain in his body, immediately surged forward, and threw another punch straight at her face.
He wasn't trying to kill Su Yueling. The match would only end when the proctor beside the stage was forced to intervene.
Meanwhile, Su Yueling's face was pale. She wanted to forcibly muster her Qi and Blood to fight again, but her Spirit Sword Shadow had been destroyed, and it wasn't something she could recover from so easily.
"That's enough."
