The Family Head leaned down to check Xue Wei's condition, confirming that he could no longer continue fighting.
Then, the Family Head straightened up, his voice icy and authoritative, echoing across the entire square: "This round, Xue Zhao wins!"
As soon as the words fell, the audience erupted with a thunderous cheer.
The crowd supporting Xue Zhao was so excited they danced and shouted her name, eyes full of admiration and praise for her.
"Xue Zhao, that was amazing!"
"She really is the pride of our Xue Family!"
"We finally have a strong Saintess!"
These people waved their arms, their faces beaming with the joy of victory, turning the whole square into a sea of celebration.
However, the supporters of Xue Wei appeared particularly indifferent and disdainful.
They looked at Xue Zhao's supporters, sneering and quietly mocking them.
"It was just luck."
"Hmph, who knows what methods were used."
"Xue Wei was just careless; otherwise, how could he lose to her!"
