Lin Qi had his hands behind his back, and his face was as calm as the wind at that moment.
And, Ming Wu had been blown off the arena by the strong wind just now.
Whoever fell off the arena would be considered to have lost.
Therefore, Lin Qi naturally won that round.
However, almost everyone couldn't see how Lin Qi did it.
...
"How did that storm form?"
"I don't know. I didn't see it. Senior Lin didn't move at all."
"Did that end just like that?"
"I thought there would be an intense battle. I didn't expect it to end in an instant."
"Yeah, I thought so too. I didn't see it clearly at all."
The disciples below the arena had begun to discuss among themselves at that moment.
Almost everyone was curious about how Lin Qi had created that storm just now.
Ming Wu from Golden Mountain Temple also had this thought in his mind.
