Second Outburst
Qin Liffei's subordinates were either dead or half-dead.
Basically, Qin Liffei was the only one left stirring things up on the field.
No one else made a move.
There had originally been more than ten people ganging up on one; if they stepped in too, wouldn't people laugh at them?
Everything happening here took everyone by surprise.
Qin Liffei's men were too hard-headed—they were fighting for their lives.
A team of over thirty had forcibly taken down more than two hundred people.
And the one remaining Qin Liffei was still fighting.
Li Yi, Lin Ci, and the others would not lose, but even if they won, it would be a miserable victory.
Shen Wuxiao realized that Qin Liffei truly could not go on much longer.
He was already in a broken state. Being able to fight to this extent was his limit.
Besides, how could the Yellow Robe Holy Lord's people be mere rotten fish and shriveled shrimp?
But there was still a trump card.
Shen Wuxiao spoke to Xiao Qi.
"Qin Liffei is having a little trouble winning. Xiao Qi, go to the broadcasting room."
"Play Young Friend Qin a little tune about his dead wife and give him a BUFF!"
It would trigger one final surge.
"Yes!" Xiao Qi hurried off.
The fierce battle continued below. Qin Liffei alone faced seven or eight people, all Martial Venerables and Martial Ancestors.
The pressure was immense.
Anyone else would have died countless times already.
Just as he was nearly unable to hold on.
A melodious tune tinged with faint sorrow suddenly rose through the air.
Sound filled the entire stadium.
It was a genuine song.
The prelude throbbed—and damn it, it was even a DJ version.
"In the middle of the pond terrace, like in those arms from