Back in the tournament, Xun Wei still stood alone on the center stage, out of breath, but standing strong.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, the tournament had taken a turn no one could have predicted.
One by one, Xun Wei stood alone on the stage, facing each challenger from the Flowing Blade Sect. And one by one, she had defeated all nine opponents, only the last 3 she faced made her really work for it.
She wasn't just holding her own. She was dominating.
The crowd was in awe.
"She's... too strong."
The whispers spread like wildfire. What had started as doubt in the Flowing Blade Sect's abilities was quickly evolving into something far more unsettling—doubt in the depth of the Black Paradise Sect.
If Xun Wei was the weakest of their younger generation, then how strong were the others?
Some tried to rationalize it.
Up in the stands, quiet murmurs of the Black Paradise Sect's inevitable victory began to grow. But not everyone was ready to accept that outcome.
