Chen Youwei's body rolled straight off the battle platform, spinning several times before stopping.
With a "puh" sound, a mouthful of blood sprayed out from Chen Youwei's mouth. He struggled several times but couldn't sit up, eventually collapsing on the ground, barely alive.
A wave of silence swept over, as everyone was too shocked to snap back to reality.
After a while, excited screams pierced the air, "Wen Jiaren won, Wen Jiaren actually won."
"Wen Jiaren won, she... she actually did it."
"Heavens, it's truly unbelievable, the title of the Queen of Unexpected Triumph isn't misplaced at all."
"Wen Jiaren, Goddess Wen, we love you..."
Chen Youwei lay on the ground, utterly humiliated; clearly, he lost miserably, more so than anyone else.
And although Wen Jiaren was slightly injured, it was only superficial wounds and not serious. Standing upright on the battle platform now, she was like a red rose facing the wind, beautiful yet thorny, cold and unparalleled.
