A single sword!
Just one single sword!
Soloso tried both burrowing and turning invisible, stirring up a sandstorm like some ancient sand monster, only for it to vanish into nothingness in an instant; his body split in two, and the halves were symmetrically aligned.
A flurry of moves fierce as a tiger, yet with one sword strike, he lay dead like a dog.
Such was the true portrayal of Soloso.
The first match had thus ended.
In a form that was filled with dramatic absurdity.
Shen Xinglan's body still floated above the sand sea, her white garments flapping in the wind, her sword dripping with blood.
Large amounts of fresh blood flowed from Soloso's bisected body, staining the vast expanse of yellow sand red.
His body gradually became ethereal, vanished, as if he had never existed.
A gust of wind blew, and even the bloodstained sand was covered by fresh granules.
Inside the arena, there was dead silence.
