No one knows what the final outcome of that clash will be.
The powerful energy fluctuations affected their perception, while the rising dust obstructed their vision.
Moreover, although it was just a reproduction of the original manuscript, Bai Yi's aura was exactly the same as that of the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.
If Bai Yi hadn't been traveling with a group of puppets during the previous battle, they wouldn't even have been able to tell who was who.
The same situation exists now.
"I can't tell them apart, I can't tell them at all..."
Faced with the mysterious figure gradually emerging from the smoke, whether they were playing mahjong, playing cards, eating takeout, or preparing to go to sleep...
Those who were in the audience stood up, raised their weapons, and went into battle alert.
They didn't know who the victor was. What if it was Bai Xiaosheng, that guy, the strongest and most evil storyteller in history? He might turn all of them, the onlookers, into manuscripts.
"He's out! I see him! He's the winner!"
Someone saw it: a hollow face—the face of the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.
"All-Knowing Scholar, you won?"
"No, look, he's the winner!"
Some have pointed out that the face everyone initially saw was being held by a hand.
It was just a head that had lost its body, and as the arm shook, paper-like bits of stuff drifted from the severed end.
Without a doubt, that head should belong to Bai Xiaosheng.
The person approaching from within the smoke emanated abundant magical power.
"So you mean?"
"The Lord of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, he has won!"
As everyone has seen, the "Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion" emerged from the smoke. Although his expression showed some fatigue, his aura was unmistakably that of the real person!
The original manuscript puppets that were previously active have all disappeared.
"Phew... We finally won!"
Many people breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the Lord of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion won, which was the best outcome.
A reporter who was documenting the battle left a headline on the latest report.
The Great Swordsman, Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, Successfully Slays the Evil Storyteller, Bai Xiaosheng
"Gentlemen, I mean what I say, Bai Xiaosheng is dead!"
With a final burst of strength, he crushed the head in his hand, tears of relief and emotion welling up in his eyes.
"Great, we won. Since that's the case..."
Three figures suddenly darted out from the surrounding area; they were the heroic spirits who had been observing the battle without making a move.
Their goal was simple: to wait for the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion and Bai Xiaosheng to be severely weakened, and then reap the benefits.
How much strength do you have left?
After becoming a Heroic Spirit, it doesn't mean that their qualities or Noble Phantasms are fixed.
Returning to the real world and leaving behind their own legend once again could potentially strengthen them.
To use the current situation as an example, a heroic spirit named Zhang San was originally just a legend.
If he had succeeded, he would have ambushed and defeated the weakened Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.
As the unexpected winner, Zhang San may become a legend or even a heroic spirit because this battle has attracted enough attention.
In terms of class, there will most likely be an additional assassin.
Some people are like that; they take action with a "let's give it a try" mentality.
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