HUMMM.
Now that the outcome was decided, a buzz went through everyone in the stands.
Everyone had seen victory before, but this was the first time any of them had seen someone win like this.
Lin Hui stood on the stage, noticing the commotion his victory had caused among the audience. Even the Ming Generation elders and Daoist Baohe in the main section were discussing something among themselves.
'Looks like I might have overdone it a little. But it's fine. Soon enough, everyone will see I'm just as weak as the others. None of the top ten are lacking in strength.' His heart was calm as he held his sword and waited for the next person to take the stage.
"Contender number fourteen, You Wushuang, please come to the stage!" the Daoist Child's voice called out.
You Wushuang was a black-haired woman with glasses. She walked onto the stage carrying a Black Sword, her expression wary.
