One move. It was truly just one move. There were no wasted motions—just a simple palm thrust!
All seven members of the Northern Martial Alliance lay unconscious on the Martial Arts Arena. Below, the crowd was silent. Everyone was stunned by the magnificent scene they had just witnessed, unable to regain their senses. Even the disciples of the Northern Martial Alliance couldn't react in time, so for a moment, no one stepped onto the Martial Arts Arena to check on the condition of Zhong Wu Heng and the other six.
"If no one comes soon, you'll probably just be collecting their corpses."
Zhou Yuanjue said, glancing over at the Northern Martial Alliance's seating area.
Only then did the members of the Northern Martial Alliance seem to wake from a dream. They scrambled onto the stage and checked the condition of the seven unconscious men. Upon feeling that their vital signs were stable, everyone breathed a small sigh of relief.
