He froze, his left hand clamped tightly around his right wrist. Crimson blood seeped relentlessly from between his fingers, dripping onto the bluestone slabs of the Martial Arts Arena.
He slowly lowered his head, staring in disbelief at his trembling right hand as all the color drained from his face.
With his back to the man, Chu Fan slowly sheathed his saber. His voice was calm and emotionless, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness. "Your saber is too slow."
The entire arena erupted in an uproar!
Everyone was stunned by the battle, which had been decided in the blink of an eye!
They hadn't even seen how Chu Fan drew his saber, and yet Zhan Fei of the Celestial Blade Pavilion, a man famed for his speed, had already been utterly defeated!
Moreover, judging by the wound on Zhan Fei's wrist, it was clear that Chu Fan had turned his blade at the last second, striking only with the back or the flat of the saber!
