On the Fushan Battle Platform.
Main Peak Steward Xue Kun had just turned and taken no more than two steps when a heavy thud came from behind him.
He whipped his head around, his face a mask of astonishment.
'I haven't even left the platform, and Huang Chao has already lost?'
Such a swift victory was beyond his expectations. After all, Huang Chao's aura had been quite imposing just moments ago. At first glance, he looked like he had some real skill.
Xue Kun quickly composed himself, cleared his throat, and announced loudly, "Twelfth match! The winner is Yang Jing, disciple of Lingxi Peak!"
As his voice faded, Yang Jing cupped his hands in a salute to Xue Kun, then turned and walked off the platform.
He went straight back to the area where the Lingxi Peak disciples were gathered, found Fang He, and briefly told him he was going to a Training Room to cultivate.
