Soon, the medical staff prepared by the Martial Arts Association rushed over, placed Xiang Ji on a stretcher, and carried him away for further treatment.
"Xiang Ji... lost..."
"One of the three strongest fighters in the tournament, defeated by a Neon person just like that..."
"The Celestial Dragon Extreme Breakthrough... was no match for Neon Martial Dao..."
"..."
Whispers and discussions arose from the teahouse audience, gradually merging into a single, ever-intensifying clamor.
In the eyes of the public and the many spectators in the civilian Martial Arts Realm, Xiang Ji—heir to the Celestial Dragon Extreme Breakthrough, successor of the Ancient Overlord, and one of the three strongest fighters in this tournament—represented the pinnacle of power.
But now, he had been defeated—and defeated utterly. He looked as if he had lost nearly all the blood in his body, a wretched sight to behold. Perhaps even his will had been crushed by his opponent.
