"Time's up. Move away, Clan Leader Kylan," Azzy's voice filled their ears and Kyle retracted the saber and stepped away.
Demure spat out a mouthful of black blood and spoke as she tried her best to stay on her toes, "It looks like I have really underestimated you."
Kyle dismissed the saber and rose into the air, looking down at her with his hands back, putting up airs of a senior, "I may not be the most talented that Crescent clan has produced, but I'm still the leader of Crescent Clan. The minimum qualification to become the leader of our clan is to master all 8 Crescent clan techniques that passed down by our ancestor. You have probably forgotten it because of your arrogance."
Kyle didn't give another glance to his opponent and flew back to the VIP Box where everyone offered him congratulations.
Meanwhile, Azzy placed his palm on Demure's back and expelled the remnants of lightning energy from her system, releasing her from the paralysis state.
