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The smoke of battle dissipated, revealing the figures of Xu Nian and Fang Chen at last.
Everyone's eyes widened with surprise.
"Xu Nian lost?" Chen An muttered to himself, eyes unblinking as he stared ahead.
Zhao Yanyun and others also furrowed their brows, their expressions grave.
Only to see Xu Nian propping himself up with his sword, half-kneeling on the ground, his robe torn and charred in several places.
And yet, Fang Chen stood upright with his long spear in hand, his clothing intact, seemingly unaffected.
"Haha, I told you in the end you would lose. Xu Nian, did you really think you could beat Mr. Fang, you must be dreaming," Ding Feng laughed heartily, his eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction.
Chen Wudi and others also felt a wave of regret. Did Xu Nian truly lose?
However, just when everyone thought Xu Nian had been defeated, the upright Fang Chen suddenly fell to his knees with a thump, a trickle of fresh blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
