Zhuang Yan stood stunned, watching the sword fall to the ground; at this moment, the pain on the back of his hand seemed insignificant.
He couldn't understand why, despite striking first and at such close range, Ji Jingqiu still managed to turn the tables on him.
How fast could he possibly be?
"Zhuang, I appreciate your concession."
Ji Jingqiu struck Zhuang Yan's wrist with the sheath of his sword, forcing him to drop his wooden sword. He then stepped back and said loudly with a cupped-hand salute.
The arena fell silent for a moment, with many not even realizing what had transpired in that split second.
Zhuang Yan lost too quickly; in the eyes of some, it seemed he had the upper edge and was about to win just a second ago, yet the next moment, it was Zhuang Yan who dropped his sword.
Could it be that Ji... brother knows some sorcery?
Zhuang Yan took a deep breath, bowed with his fists clasped, and sincerely said, "Thank you, Brother Ji, for your guidance!"
