Meng Jingyuan's face went pale. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and staggered backward.
His Thunder Shocking Saber flew from his grasp, landing on the arena with a CLANG.
The entire arena fell deathly silent.
Everyone stared blankly at the center of the arena.
Xu Wuyi slowly retracted his fist and straightened up.
His sleeves were burned with several holes from the lightning, and there were a few charred marks on his arm, but his breathing was steady and his gaze was clear.
"Thank you for the match," he said calmly.
Meng Jingyuan steadied himself, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Xu Wuyi with a complex expression.
After a few seconds, he gave a bitter smile. "I lost."
Only then did the referee react, announcing loudly, "The winner is—Xu Wuyi!"
The voice echoed throughout the Yanwu Arena.
No one cheered.
Everyone was still reeling from the shock of that last punch.
