The wandering swordsman Xie Yu, the top strongman of Lanyu Country.

In Lanyu Country, Xie Yu’s status is not lower than Mo Wanshui.

And the recent duel clearly told everyone.

He fought Mo Wanshui, and the winner was him.

Xie Yu’s strength surpasses Mo Wanshui; compared to Mo Wanshui, he is a cut above.

Even Mo Wanshui himself chose to concede, admitting defeat to Xie Yu.

But now, such a formidable Xie Yu is directly trampled underfoot by Shen Han.

Xie Yu wanted to struggle, but when he attempted to move his body, he found it difficult to even make a move.

Not to mention resist, even trying to shift slightly was impossible.

He, Xie Yu, in front of Shen Han, felt as if his entire body was out of control...

Outside the arena, the onlookers seemed to be stunned with fright.

The entire duel ground was silent; no one dared to make even the slightest noise.

Xie Yu, the wandering swordsman from Lanyu Country, was just stepped onto the ground...

And the person stepping on him was someone everyone was seeing for the first time.

Not to mention people from other countries, even those from Cangye Country did not recognize Shen Han.

Prince Cheng, this prince of the royal mansion, only knew to address Shen Han as "mister."

As for what Shen Han’s name was, he had heard it once from his subordinates.

Didn’t remember; before, he felt there was no need to remember.

But now, Prince Cheng began to regret it.

"Lie still."

Shen Han said softly, then lifted his sword and walked towards the flag bearer of Lanyu Country.

A light word, yet it felt as heavy as ten thousand catties, pressing Xie Yu motionless.

Everyone thought the final showdown.

Was a contest between Mo Wanshui and Xie Yu.

Whichever of them won, that side would secure the final victory.

But now it seems this was not the case at all.

The flag of Cangye Country was placed aside, and Shen Han had already walked to the side of Lanyu Country’s flag.

"You don’t move either, just stand there."

Shen Han’s words were not to the flag bearer of Lanyu Country, but to Mo Wanshui.

Watching Shen Han move forward, Mo Wanshui actually wanted to launch a sneak attack to cut down the flag of Cangye Country.

At this moment, Shen Han’s words seemed to have magic power.

A terrifying aura instantly enveloped him, and even taking a single step forward felt extremely difficult.

Just a single word made Mo Wanshui halt his actions.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Shen Han just walked to the flag of Lanyu Country like this.

With a casual wave, the flag was directly cut down.

The duel tournament.

Ended.

All around was silent; as summer approached, everything had already revived.

But at this moment, it seemed as if all surrounding things had been scared stiff.

Even the sounds of insects and birds had stopped.

"Their flag has been cut; we should have won, right?"

Shen Han turned and looked at Prince Cheng outside the arena.

Hearing Shen Han’s words, it took Prince Cheng a moment to come to his senses before nodding repeatedly.

"We should have won..."

"That’s good."

As the words fell, Shen Han leaped out of the arena.

Returning to the crowd, the people around appeared somewhat panic-stricken, unconsciously making some space.

Only now did they realize that there had always been a stronger than Mo Wanshui right next to them.

"Mister..."

At this moment, Prince Cheng walked trembling to Shen Han.

"If the prince has matters to attend to, just be busy, no need to mind me."

Even after revealing his strength, Shen Han remained as casual as before, unlike Mo Wanshui who was peculiar.

"If mister has any needs, please tell little prince, and I’ll see it done immediately.

Little prince was negligent before..."

Prince Cheng now felt slightly grateful that his attitude and tone had always been relatively polite.

This was his habit, being courteous to worthy people.

He was very grateful now that he could maintain this habit.

Shen Han paused, then looked toward Mo Wanshui in the arena.

"I don’t have any needs at the moment; if possible, let that Venerable Mo go take a wash.

The stench from him can be smelled from here."

As the words fell, Shen Han seemed to think of something.

"Oh, right, you two can move now."

With Shen Han’s words, Mo Wanshui and Xie Yu in the arena felt as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted, and their bodies finally regained control.

Seeing this, everyone looked at each other in disbelief.

Without Shen Han’s words, these two strongmen didn’t even dare to move an inch...

"If there’s nothing else, may I leave first?"

"Of course, mister, having secured victory for our Cangye Country, must be somewhat tired.

Quickly, quickly arrange an upper room for mister at the inn."

Prince Cheng instructed, asking his men to immediately make arrangements in the city.

Shen Han didn’t hesitate, naturally staying in an upper room when one was arranged.

As for any cultivation techniques, they can wait until returning to Prince Cheng’s Mansion.

Having secured this duel victory for Cangye Country, there’s no reason not to make some requests.

The recent duel, Shen Han found utterly meaningless.

The wandering swordsman Xie Yu was too weak, with a very shallow understanding of sword techniques.

Their duels seemed to be primarily about whose realm was higher.

With the realm suppressing the opponent, victory was assured.

The techniques were too mundane.

In the exchange with Xie Yu, I had no interest in continuing to fight him.

There was nothing delightful or thought-provoking.

In the duel arena.

After Shen Han left, everyone felt slightly relieved.

Shen Han displaying his strength made everyone feel somewhat breathless before him.

Each was suppressing themselves, ensuring their breathing wasn’t too loud.

Especially before, some even gossiped behind Shen Han’s back while he was the flag bearer.