Wobbling like this, Wei Zhichen stepped down from the duel stage, and the Azure Dragon Five Clan rushed over to greet him.
“Zhichen!”
“Chen!”
“You fool!”
“Are you okay?”
Each called out in their own way, but all focused first on checking Wei Zhichen’s injuries.
Fortunately, there were no wounds serious enough to worry about.
With a sigh of relief, the Azure Dragon Five Clan began gently patting him—a loving congratulatory gesture unique to them.
“Hahaha! I knew our youngest would pull it off!”
A little later, Wei Zhichen’s face was stuck under Geosangwoong’s armpit, and he flailed weakly.
“I-It's suffocating…”
Looking around with innocent eyes, silently asking for help, but everyone only laughed instead of helping.
The gap between the swordsman who had drenched the Shaolin Divine Dragon in blood and Wei Zhichen was just too vast.
Soon, other students gathered as well, all coming to congratulate Wei Zhichen on his victory.
“…A moving victory.”
“That was amazing! It gave me chills!”
Dokko Jun, Dang Sosso, You Ilan, Mok Hyeongwoo, Namgung Seok, You Geon and You Gon, the students who had worked on group projects together, even those not so close, all crowded around to join in the celebration.
It was a victory with great meaning.
Not only was the duel excellent, but what its result symbolized was even greater.