Tick-tock...
Tick-tock...
The exhibition hall once again fell silent, with only the ticking sound remaining.
Everyone held their breath, quietly watching Miyamoto Jiro's wrist.
The second before, a wrist that held a sword, now sported a wound deep enough to expose the bone, from which blood was dripping continuously like a string of broken pearls.
The bloody wound declared to everyone who the ultimate winner of this duel was.
Xu Fan, it was clearly Xu Fan.
Although no one had seen clearly how he had made his move from start to finish, the fact was right before their eyes.
Xu Fan was completely unharmed, while Miyamoto Jiro's right hand was disabled.
The winner was naturally Xu Fan.
"Did he, did he actually win?"
"It's simply unbelievable..."
Recalling the previously arrogant demeanor of Miyamoto Jiro, everyone couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment.
Such a master defeated by a single move from Xu Fan, how formidable he must be...
"This guy..."
