"So after all this time fighting, you really haven't learned anything?"
With a sword piercing through the opponent's throat, Du Chengfeng shook his head once more.
"Can you fight a bit more stylishly, or should we swap weapons so I can teach you how to fight?"
This time, he received no response at all.
The figure holding the great halberd vanished and did not appear again. The battlefield, once somewhat noisy, was now shrouded in dead silence.
"Hey? Are you there?"
Du Chengfeng tried asking a couple of times, but no answer came.
It seemed that he had indeed won.
Everything within sight had been annihilated by him.
It was only then that he got the opportunity to survey the battlefield he had fought on for who knows how long. The desolation was now so vast, the blood-red sky casting over this barren land, devoid of sun, moon, and human presence.
This was what came after victory.
After victory, there was nothing.
