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With a single slash, Wang Cheng's sword light was shattered instantly. He took a heavy hit, his arm severed by the saber. Just like that, Wang Cheng lost in one move.
Battles between Divine Strength Realm martial artists were never flashy; all that mattered was the outcome.
"You lost," Zhang He said coldly.
Wang Cheng looked utterly dazed, his face drained of color. He had only held his status for a single day, and he had already been stripped of it before he even had the chance to celebrate.
In the Northern Region Heavenly Sect, clever shortcuts meant nothing; only true strength endured. Even though he had been proactive and challenged Lu Changsheng first to secure the scion disciple status without a fight, his lack of strength had reduced this whole thing to a one-day free trial.
Wang Cheng turned and stepped down from the arena. He knew very well that if the duel had taken place outside the sect, Zhang He's saber would have severed his head, not his arm. Regardless, he had lost, and there was no room for excuses.
In truth, this outcome was not surprising. Many outer disciples knew Zhang He. He had challenged many scion disciples...
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