Zhang Zongyuan felt his strength return, the chill on his neck signifying the end of it all. He gazed at the young man, still in shock.
He was far from being defeated. Although he sustained some minor injuries, none seriously damaged his muscles or bones. There was still plenty of True Qi left, and his body wasn't exhausted. There were still many moves he had prepared but had not unleashed.
But victory and defeat had come in an instant. In that moment, he had inexplicably lost all strength, and Yang Yan had raised his saber, thus marking the end.
For the spectators, the outcome was unexpectedly sudden. In an unforeseen twist, the tables were turned.
The entire match was marked by this temperament. After the fifth move, Yang Yan had just managed to free himself from Zhang Zongyuan by risking injury. People thought it was the boy's last struggle, and this match was coming to an end.
