C1868 A Fake Sword Strike!

For over ten breaths, silence enveloped the scene.

It wasn't until Chen Huru sheathed his sword and turned to face Yun Qingye that he spoke, "Elder Yun, I believe it's time to declare the outcome, isn't it?"

Yun Qingye, jolted from his reverie by the question, called out with a raspy voice, "The match is over. The victor is..