A drawn-out wail of the sword rang out, like the cry of a dragon hurtling through the sky. Moreover, everyone could hear the distinct sense of victory from the sword's cry. Yet, the autumnal chill grew increasingly piercing.
Luo Dajiang took seven staggering steps back in the ring, his face pale. There was a slash that extended from his left chest to his right lower abdomen. Luckily, it was only a gash to his clothes and did not actually reach his skin. It was apparent that Shi Wuchen had held back, the fight fierce, but not life-threatening.
"I've lost."
Luo Dajiang stood up straight, a reverential expression on his face.
"Shi Wuchen, your swordsmanship has gone to the level where your heart and the sword has become one. I willingly admit defeat. The Second Supreme of the Residence of Nine Supremes, the Supreme Sword - the title belongs to you legitimately. I acknowledge my loss sincerely."
A smile broke out on Shi Wuchen's countenance.