But this year's youth tournament, the overall skill level was admittedly lower than the past two years. There were no contestants in a league of their own like Hong Nianyi or Xu Wuyi, which actually made it more exciting to watch.
[VICTORY! CHAMPION!]
As the golden notification appeared, Qiao Zhiyao stood with her sword in hand, her virtual body panting slightly as beads of sweat slid down her temples.
But her eyes were bright and determined, and across the virtual arena, one could almost feel the profound weight of her joy.
Although her path had been fraught with difficulty, and she had faced several opponents of equal skill, Qiao Zhiyao had ultimately won the championship.
Xu Wuyi, who had been watching the match, broke into a faint smile and sent Qiao Zhiyao a short congratulatory message.
A few minutes later, a communication request from Qiao Zhiyao came through.
