This match was also as such, not long after the door closed, the examinees heard a shrill and forlorn sound of the air being split apart, they knew that it was the sound of a sword, but didn’t know as to if it was Zhuang Huan Yu’s sword, or Chen Chang Sheng’s.
After that, they heard a muffled sound, as if someone was striking a bell within the tower, someone speculated that it was probably the sound of a fist imbued with True Essence.
Events following this became rather strange.
This was because the tower suddenly became quiet, but outside of the tower, there were the sounds of cicadas crying and the temperature even rose slightly, as if they had entered Summer.
After this, the cloudless skies above suddenly poured down with rain, that rain didn’t touch a single inch of land outside of the tower, only falling within, looking akin to a waterfall.
Then, the sound of swords once again arose, unceasingly, until finally, everything became quiet.
The match had probably ended, who had won and who had lost?
The three people from Orthodox Academy were the most anxious, the atmosphere around the woodlands was stifling.
Xuan Yuan Po stared at the tightly closed door with wide-open eyes, constantly clenching his hands together, his forehead covered in sweat.
Luo Luo had her eyes closed, her small hands were clenched into fists in front of her, quietly praying for Chen Chang Sheng.
Tang Thirty-Six continuously paced to and fro, with his hands behind his back, his lips faintly moving, muttering something.
He hadn’t asked Chen Chang Sheng what his plan was, or where did his confidence come from, he knew that Chen Chang Sheng must have some sort of preparation for this match, but he also clearly understood how strong Zhuang Huan Yu is – Zhuang Huan Yu is the senior pupil of Heavenly Academy and a figure he had always sought to surpass.
Only by being slightly closer, could one properly make out the words he was quietly muttering to himself: “Too optimistic… too optimistic, we trust him too much, how could he possibly win? How could he possibly win? You definitely have to win this you stupid person, but, how can you possible win?”
It was at this moment, that the tower’s door was pushed open.
All the examinees turned their sights towards it.
Luo Luo opened her eyes, full of hope and concern.
Tang Thirty-Six stilled his steps and his muttering, but he didn’t look, he didn’t dare to look.
The first person to walk out of the tower, was Chen Chang Sheng.
His body was covered in blood, his feet were bare and his clothing in tatters. Sand plastered his entire body, causing him to resemble a beggar even more closely than in the previous rounds.
The paved area remained silent, because it still couldn’t be confirmed as to who had won this match.
Guan Fei Bai was the first to walk out of the tower after a similarly intense match against Zhe Xiu, yet he had lost.
It was at this tense moment that Chen Chang Sheng suddenly turned around and headed back into the tower.
The duel had already ended and he had already exited the tower, why did he turn around again? Everyone was stunned, not understanding what was going on.
Not long after, he once again came out, this time, he had a pair of boots in his hands.
A brand new pair of boots.
A weird cry suddenly erupted from the match grounds; that weird cry was from Tang Thirty-Six.
He had seemingly not looked, but in truth, he had kept watch using his peripheral vision.
He continued crying out weirdly while rushing towards Chen Chang Sheng.
Luo Luo let out a long, drawn-out breath and lightly patted her chest, her face was full of joy and remnants of the previous stress.
Xuan Yuan Po didn’t understand, scratching his head and asked: “What’s going on?”
Luo Luo replied: “Sir has won.”