As everybody watched, the Fallen Star Sword flew back to Feng Wu's hand.
Her long red dress flapped in the wind.
She looked as pretty as a picture.
Her skin was as white as snow.
She looked like a fairy descending to this world.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
No one made a sound.
Holy crap!
Everybody was astonished when they finally realized what had happened.
The Military Academy students sat there, looking like they had been struck by lightning.
The Imperial College students howled in excitement.
"OMG! I can't believe it!!!"
"Did Feng Wu win? Did Feng Wu really win?!"
"Sheng Changtian's White Flame was destroyed, right? Please tell me that I didn't imagine that!"
"Did someone say White Flame would slaughter her and that forcing Sheng Changtian to use White Flame was the best she could do?"
"Not only did she force his hand, she also destroyed his sword!"
