Despite the announcement of victory, bitterness spread amongst the crowd of common folk and martial artists alike.
In hindsight, death battles weren't ideal as a whole. Although this competition was important, there was no need to throw away their lives.
All the martial art leaders took a note and sternly warned their disciples not to fall for any provocation or insults.
Only Sun's Spear, who initiated the rule in the first place, didn't say a thing. A stubborn smile was on his face, along with a bit of disdain to the weaklings who panicked.
And now, it was Usan's turn to fight.
Of course, his opponent was obvious. The one person that looked incredibly eager to rip into his flesh and drink his blood.
Glorious Wing. Seething with rage and bloodthirst. Both his wings were much more majestic compared to Winged Swallow's.