Wang Tian and Luo Chen sat in the front row, their eyes wide with shock and awe, still processing the intensity of the battle they had just witnessed. The sunlight glinted off the polished stone of the arena, casting elongated shadows across the battlefield that still bore faint cracks from the clash of sword and dagger, though the damage had already been partially repaired. Sheng Lu, seated beside Wang Tian, let out a low whistle.
"Whoa… what a battle," he murmured, his eyes fixed on Xia Coco as she was helped off the battlefield, her aura faint but indomitable. "Xia Coco, right? She possesses an incredibly strong warrior's will."
Lu Fang, sitting quietly on Sheng Lu's other side, nodded, his expression grave. "Indeed. After that slash on her face… losing one eye… I never thought she could actually win."
