Qing Jianzi forced a bitter smile: "We must declare a winner. If I conceded, I would lose face."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Qing Jianzi attacked. His sword strike was as sharp as ever.
Fang Lin was not at all intimidated. He defended every attack with extraordinary strength, which caused the people under the stage to be astounded.
"This boy is limitless!" Xing Tianxiao looked at the competition on the stage and commented sincerely.
Everyone could tell that Xing Tianxiao was talking about Fang Lin.
"I didn't expect Fang Lin to be so powerful. I fear that in the future, the position of leader in the Purple Mist Sect may be his." said an elder from the Martial Sect.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he closed his mouth, realizing that he had misspoken.
Xing Tianxiao glanced at him and smiled slightly: "It's too early to discuss these matters, and they're not something you should be discussing."
"Yes!" the elders of the Martial Sect saluted.