Yong Ji staggered twice on the Sword Platform before steadying himself. He glanced at the fallen Gao Ge, at the distance between them, then looked down at the sword in his hand, seemingly pondering for a moment before slowly sheathing the sword.
He then took a deep breath, feeling the "Zheng" battle intent surging within his body, fine spikes growing on his bones.
"Even if it's just a shadow... it's truly a chilling sword." He looked down at the goosebumps rising on his arm, "Can anyone in the world withstand such a sword... but it seems it's not used quite right."
He muttered to himself, not noticing the countless spectators around the platform starting to stir, then lifted his head with an expressionless face and turned to retrieve the Great Halberd that had previously stood on the platform, thus stepping down.
