"Fu Juechen lost."
Seeing Fu Juechen's performance, everyone knew the battle had already been decided. Having narrowly escaped death, Fu Juechen had lost his will to fight. Even though he had not yet left the arena, the outcome of the fight was no longer in question.
In the end, several guards helped Fu Juechen off the stage. He appeared forlorn and disoriented, as if his soul had been absorbed by Ye Xuan's sword.
Ye Xuan glanced at Fu Juechen and shook his head. He knew that the sword strike he had delivered would likely leave a significant scar on the man. If Fu Juechen could not overcome this trauma, he would undoubtedly fall into a trough in his life and his cultivation might suffer. If he could not break free, he might well become a mediocre talent and sink into obscurity.
