Qin Qianbai's hand weakly slid down, blood marking a path down the champion's black clothes, like a faint scar. Her hand fell into the dust, descending along with her damaged weapon into the flowing blood and cold dust.
The champion clutched his blood-stained collar and chuckled softly.
"A spirited one indeed... killing would be meaningless."
"Come back stronger next time, Qin Qianbai."
The man hoisted his great sword and walked off the stage alone.
The final match of the no-limits arena. The victor: Champion Valens.
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Today is a memorable day for the Cold Steel Arena. The cheers and shouts for the victor continued, yet neither of the two defeated in the duels faced the gamblers' curses, mockery, or ridicule. The cheers welcoming the defeated were filled with admiration, while those for the victor carried a sense of awe. The champion in black walked alone through the crowd, with no one daring to approach his side, as a spacious path opened up in the sea of people.
