He appeared to have the demeanor of a skilled warrior, just like Mo Wanshui.

The two from Cangye Country made a move, but this time, they were defeated in just one strike.

Sixth Grade Fruit Realm, this young man wielding the sword was actually of the same realm as Mo Wanshui.

It seems the final match of this competition is between Mo Wanshui and this sword-wielding young man.

After defeating the two from Cangye Country, the young man from Lanyu Country waved his hand, a force holding his companion beside him.

He directly pushed him out of the field.

The spectators were all stunned by this scene.

This young man actually eliminated his own companion.

The people from Lanyu Country were also shocked.

But like those from Cangye Country, no one dared to criticize him.

Now in the arena, only two people from both Cangye Country and Lanyu Country remained.

From Cangye Country, only Shen Han and Mo Wanshui remained.

Opposite them, besides the sword-wielding young man, there was just one banner holder left.

The two seemed quite in tune, both walking towards the center of the field.

"The world’s mightiest saber, not as good as Wanshui.

Mo Wanshui, I’ve heard of your name."

Unexpectedly, the seemingly young swordsman spoke with a voice as aged as Mo Wanshui’s.

"I have heard of your name too, Wandering Swordsman, Xie Yu.

I just didn’t expect a wandering person to be so clean."

Xie Yu chuckled softly: "It’s my sword that wanders, not Xie Yu who wanders.

Isn’t it normal for my clothes to be clean?"

"It’s true, you haven’t wandered, so naturally, you’re clean."

Mo Wanshui replied softly, as he drew a long saber from his hand.

"This saber of mine has waited with me for years, not knowing what it has realized.

Today, let me borrow your sword to see what it has comprehended."

With their weary words concluded, both moved swiftly.

As they acted, the surrounding spectators fell silent instantly.

Sixth Grade Fruit Realm, already the top-tier powerhouses here.

Just their body technique was enough to astonish the spectators.

Afraid to even blink, as losing sight of their positions could happen in an instant.

For the audience, the speed of the two was too fast.

At the center of the field, it seemed as if wind and thunder clashed.

Suddenly, a loud explosion erupted.

The sword momentum and sword qi constantly collided, causing just the spectators to feel somewhat creepy.

The participants who previously competed in the tournament already had goosebumps.

If it were them receiving these attacks now, they’d probably be dead.

Outside the arena, Prince Cheng’s heart was in his throat, almost about to burst.

Everyone from Cangye Country and Lanyu Country held their breath.

Those without enough strength could no longer see their techniques clearly.

Only faint sounds could be heard.

At this moment, Shen Han was standing in a corner watching the two fight.

The exchange between these two "top powerhouses" was shocking to all present.

But among those who were shocked, Shen Han was not one of them.

In comprehending the Law, these two were not superior to others.

They just seemed to have received some fortune in regular cultivation and became slightly stronger.

But with such talents, in Great Wei, Yan Country, Qi Country, they were quite ordinary.

Maybe in the sect, they could be an Outer Sect Disciple, at most an Inner Sect Disciple.

There was one thing, though, that Shen Han found commendable about them.

The two in the field had a certain flair, the kind where a master seemed unfathomable.

They gave the impression of being extremely formidable.

Clearly, he himself lacked this quality.

Though they were clearly Sixth Grade Fruit Realm, they presented as though they were even more powerful than Immortal Realm experts.

Especially the things they said.

"The sword wanders, not me..."

"Don’t disturb these flowers and plants waiting to die..."

These words were really something only Immortals could say.

At this moment, the two had already exchanged dozens of moves.

The terrifying pressure made breathing somewhat difficult for those around.

A violent impact followed by the sound of an explosion.

In the next moment, Mo Wanshui and Xie Yu returned to the ground.

The broken saber in Mo Wanshui’s hand seemed to have a few more cracks.

The outcome of this match seemed to be determined.

After looking at the broken saber, Mo Wanshui raised his head to look at Xie Yu across.

"It says, thank you for the sword in your hand, for letting it wait for its death."

Xie Yu slightly lowered his gaze, his eyes falling on Mo Wanshui: "It’s dead, but the Overlord Saber Wanshui welcomes a rebirth."

Their vague words left the crowd somewhat puzzled.

But it seemed as if Xie Yu had won.

"Indeed, it’s dead, but Mo Wanshui lives.

This match, you win, I lose."

Mo Wanshui’s words floated out, and the outcome of this competition was decided.

On the viewing platform, Prince Cheng could only sigh.

He initially intended to seize this opportunity to gain some glory for himself.

After all, figures like Mo Wanshui are not easily invited.

Securing a wealth of resources for Cangye Country, while also winning a wave of fame for himself.

But now, all that was gone.

Since Mo Wanshui admitted defeat, there was nothing more to say.

The competition spanned over two hours, and it was indeed exciting.

The battle between Mo Wanshui and Xie Yu left the audience in awe.

However, the final result left the people of Cangye Country somewhat disappointed.

"It’s alright, second place still has its benefits."

"Without Venerable Mo, getting even second place would be tough for us this time, so it’s something to be satisfied with."

The crowd of spectators comforted each other with these words.

This year’s competition was indeed quite a clash.

Cangye Country invited Mo Wanshui, while Lanyu Country invited Xie Yu.

When two strong powers clash, naturally one side has to be disappointed.

In the competition arena, Mo Wanshui looked at his cracked broken saber.

In the next moment, the broken saber flew straight towards Shen Han.

Mo Wanshui intended to cut down the banner himself, ending the competition.

On the opposite side, Xie Yu also sheathed his blade, naturally understanding Mo Wanshui’s intention.

However, as the broken saber approached, Shen Han slightly sidestepped.

The blade edge flew past the outer edge of the banner without any damage.

The originally graceful move was directly avoided by Shen Han...

The surrounding spectators wore a faint embarrassment.

Seeing a master’s blunder was indeed a bit awkward.

Mo Wanshui didn’t expect his knife throw would miss, especially in front of others, which was quite embarrassing.

After hesitating for a moment, Mo Wanshui waved his hand again, a sharp breath headed straight for Shen Han’s banner.

Yet no one anticipated that Shen Han would step aside again.

This move by the Venerable Mo missed once more.

Mo Wanshui initially intended to admit defeat directly but didn’t expect to end up in such an embarrassing situation.

On the viewing platform, Prince Cheng couldn’t help but speak: "Please, sir, stop fooling around, the outcome is already known..."

The result of the competition was clear, Mo Wanshui admitted defeat, what suspense remains?

Embarrassing Mo Wanshui was meaningless.

Surely, relying on Shen Han, this banner holder, to win against Xie Yu is out of the question?

The spectators from Cangye Country also echoed the sentiment.

They felt Shen Han’s actions were disgracing the entire Cangye Country.

In the competition arena, Mo Wanshui chuckled, looking at Xie Yu.

"It seems this piece of lucky dung doesn’t acknowledge the outcome of this match."

Xie Yu nodded towards Mo Wanshui.

"Brother Wanshui is from Cangye Country, so it’s hard for me to act against him, I will handle it."

Speaking, Xie Yu stepped forward.

"The sword in my hand has wandered for a hundred years, drinking the blood of a thousand people.

Though I didn’t intend to spill blood today, having disrupted me and Brother Wanshui’s peace, I shall make an exception for you."

The sword edge appeared, a silver light flashed instantly.

The sharp sword qi even made the surrounding people feel a hint of chill.

"Drawing the sword is already giving you face.

Receiving a sword wound from me will be your lifetime honor."

Xie Yu moved with extreme speed, so fast that only a residual shadow could be seen.

The attack was on, the sword edge!

But in the next moment, the confident-speaking Xie Yu was lying on the ground.

And on his back was Shen Han’s right foot.

A sword edge was also against Xie Yu’s nape...