"I won!"
Fang Han felt as if his sword tip had struck a wall of solid iron, unable to advance another inch.
Seeing that it was the referee, Xuanyuan Jing, who had intervened, he knew the match's outcome had been decided.
He released the power from his sword, retracted it, and stepped back, breathing heavily to calm the roiling qi and blood in his body.
"I... I lost?"
Pushed back, Huo Man staggered a few steps before finding his footing, his face flushing then paling in quick succession.
He knew that if the referee hadn't intervened in time, he would have been severely injured and defeated.
In their exchange, he was the one who had lost.
Gazing at Fang Han, who now stood with his sword sheathed, Huo Man's eyes filled with resentment before it all dissolved into a defeated sigh.
Xuanyuan Jing's gaze swept over the two, lingering on Fang Han for a moment, before he announced loudly.
"Fang Han of the Qingxuan Sect is victorious!"
