บท 953: A Blade Faster than Sound

Under countless shocked gazes, Xuanyuan Po descended from the fighting platform. He walked to the registration table and asked the minor official, "Might I ask how long it will be until the next round?"

The minor official recalled the battle just now and inadvertently lowered his gaze as if wanting to prevent their eyes from meeting. However, this meant that his eyes saw Xuanyuan Po's fist instead.

That ordinary fist that contained that terrifying strength.

The minor official paled as his trembling hand flipped through the register. After perusing it for quite some time, he finally managed to say, "After this, there are still… seven matches."

His voice was somewhat shaky, though it was hard to say whether it was out of fear or something else.

Xuanyuan Po did not notice these particulars. After considering how long seven matches would take, he walked out of the crowd.

Many curious gazes followed, their owners thinking, _he just won his match, so where is he going now?_