Multiple gazes gather on a certain spot.
At this moment, Wang Teng was in the spotlight. He was the most eye-catching figure at the scene.
Ji Xiuming was staring at him in a daze as disappointment crept up his face. "Even Ren Qingcang lost?"
The greatest blow to a favored child of God was to get defeated by the person he looked down on. Even more, the person went further than him.
Ji Xiuming grasped his sword tightly. His knuckles turned white from the force.
"He… won?" Han Zhu and the others found it unbelievable. They glanced at one another and didn't know how to react for a second.
Wang Teng had already broken records by participating in the National Number One Martial Arts Competition as a freshman. Now, he was going to carry the champion's trophy home too.
Who could have thought of this ending?