"Tiemu Xiaoyun lost!"
"Fuck, did you see that? Such a powerful saber strike was blocked so steadily!"
"This is insane! What kind of monster is Commander Su?"
"Is a genius of this caliber really from the Outer City? I can hardly believe it!"
Astonished uproars echoed back and forth. The entire drill ground had long since devolved into a chaotic, buzzing hive.
Zhao Daoran's face was terrifyingly dark, his usual hypocritical smile entirely gone. He thought, "How could Tiemu Xiaoyun lose? He didn't hold back at all with that Hundred Battles Unification strike capable of routing an army of ten thousand. That move had already reached the threshold of True Dragon Tendon. How on earth did Su Yu block it? He even managed to counterattack and win so decisively. Doesn't that mean this country bumpkin from the Outer City has surpassed my strength as well?"
