"Luo Cheng wins!"
The Elder acting as referee for Arena Three was stunned for a moment before announcing the match result.
Luo Cheng turned and left the arena.
Discussions about him, however, lingered persistently.
"What a powerful strike—swift! Precise! Ruthless! Not a shred of hesitation!"
"I originally thought Luo Cheng breaking into the top twenty would be impressive, but now it seems we underestimated him. His strength could secure him a place in the top fifteen!"
"Yeah, I think so too! That strike to kill Teng Yanjie was terrifying—it startled me. I just wonder how much of his true strength he used."
"Probably eighty or ninety percent!"
The crowd had no mind for other matches; they eagerly awaited Luo Cheng's next bout.
On the spectator stands, Dong Qingyuan, who had fought Teng Yanjie to a draw, furrowed his brow slightly.
An instinct as a swordsman told him that Luo Cheng hadn't used eighty to ninety percent of his strength—perhaps only seventy, or even less!
