The Tournament Continues, Part I

Silent as the grave was the descriptor Wu Jian would have used to describe the waiting room. Not a single person spoke. All anyone did was stare in shock at the scene on the platform.

Wu Jian leaned against the viewing window and watched as Hou Jingshu set Hou Chao on the ground. None of the extraordinary changes that had appeared were present anymore. The mysterious golden glow, the scale-like patterns on her body, the horns on her head, and the ethereal wings and tail that had extended from her back were all gone. He didn’t think Hou Jingshu had even noticed the changes her body had undergone, so lost in the heat of battle.

“Was that really Her Highness?” muttered someone in the crowd.

“I’ve never seen such a vicious fight,” another said. “How about you?”

The person being addressed shook his head. “No, never. That was brutal. It wasn’t even a fight. It was a massacre.”

A massacre, huh? Now there’s an apt description, Wu Jian thought wryly.