It seemed as if with just a slight movement, his body would be separated immediately.
Wang Tong's body was stiff.
This scene appeared to be frozen in time, an atmosphere of silence permeated the air.
"...I lost."
After a moment of silence, Wang Tong clasped his fists toward Qi Chuan in the void opposite him, his voice dry as he spoke.
"Tsk..."
From a distance, Zhao Ming couldn't help but click his tongue upon seeing this scene, his expression remarkably fascinating, yet he couldn't utter a single word for a moment.
Back at the Myriad Flowers Hall, when he saw Qi Chuan summon an excellent Tier Three Lower Grade Flying Sword, he agreed to Qi Chuan challenging Wang Tong for the slot in the Three Sects competition.
Obviously, he didn't think Qi Chuan completely incapable of defeating Wang Tong.
With a flying sword, one had the qualifications to challenge, so conservatively speaking, Qi Chuan naturally had a slight chance of winning.
