Jian Wushuang looked at himself in his current disheveled state, his sword lying not far from Li Futu's feet.
However, the moment he reached out his hand, his entire arm suddenly hurt unbearably and drooped down instantly.
He couldn't even hold a sword anymore!
This battle, he had lost!
Although Jian Wushuang was full of reluctance, he had no choice but to accept this reality.
On the battlefield, the victor was always the center of attention, but at this moment, Jian Wushuang had become the one no one cared about.
The taste of this, only the person involved could deeply understand.
Li Futu had defeated Jian Wushuang in one fell swoop, defending his position as the ninth-ranking contender.
