"What's happening?"
"Why did Ah Jing's Red Flame extinguish?"
"My Little Chizuru actually lost, knocked off the stage by that damned ugly brute, who doesn't know how to show a bit of tender care!"
The arena was in an uproar.
Some watched in disbelief, their faces full of shock.
Some couldn't accept the scene for a moment, their spirits nearly collapsing.
Some had tears in their eyes, seemingly having lost a beloved parent.
In their hearts, Murakumo Kyo and Amaterasu Chizuru were inviolable, yet now they were beaten to the point of vomiting blood by that hideous man and fell beneath the stage.
Their hearts ached.
What was even harder for everyone to accept was that Murakumo Kyo and Amaterasu Chizuru were the last line of defense for the Martial Arts of Celestial Cauldron Continent.
Now, even the two of them together couldn't defeat this ugly brute, does it mean that Celestial Cauldron Continent's Martial Arts is really as worthless as he said, really no match at all?
