"I forfeit," Shi Yu said with a sigh. When she saw the smirk on his face, veins bulged on her forehead, and she felt an overwhelming urge to continue fighting and beat him up. However, she resisted the urge.
"D-Disciple Wang Ming wins," the elder referee announced, still in shock. He glanced at Shi Yu with horror, as he had nearly been affected by her technique himself. Turning back to Wang Ming, he regarded him as an even greater anomaly before stuttering out the result.
The crowd fell silent for a few moments before erupting in excitement.
"Heavens, what just happened? And what was that weird mist? I've never seen a technique like that before!" exclaimed one disciple.
"Yeah, illusion techniques are usually pupil-based. This is the first time I've seen someone use mist for illusions—and it seems far more powerful," another disciple commented.
