As the smoke cleared, Su Changqing stood unharmed in his original spot, his face calm and unruffled, without a hint of disturbance.

Before the crowd could express their astonishment, their gazes turned to Wuchen.

Blood stained the corners of his mouth, his entire body in shambles, the moon-white monk robe he wore was tattered and covered in dust, his aura withered, and he appeared extremely weak.

"This... how is this possible? Wuchen actually lost?"