Everyone was dumbfounded.
No one expected that Ye Qingchen would actually defeat Zhao Kui, and even more effortlessly than when he faced Zhu Yun and Yun Xiaolong. With just one palm strike, he blasted Zhao Kui off the stage.
"What?"
The cheers from the crowd of Shengyuan Country came to an abrupt halt, their faces turning red with embarrassment.
"How could this be?"
Zhao Kui's face was livid, looking extremely embarrassed.
Earlier, he had thought Ye Qingchen was not his match, but now, having been blasted off the stage, the outcome was a severe slap in his face.
"This guy, he won again!"
Lu Changsheng clenched his fists, almost grinding his teeth to powder.
He always believed Ye Qingchen wasn't his rival, but this very young man had continuously advanced in the Qingzhou Sword Fighting Conference, doing so with even more ease and grace than Lu himself.
A surge of hatred welled up from his heart!
