Wan Huo's words, undisguised in their contempt and cruelty, scraped across the arena's brief silence like an icy blade.
In the spectator stands, a wave of startled cries gave way to even noisier discussion.
Some averted their eyes, unable to bear Rorick's wretched state. Others were secretly shaken by Wan Huo's viciousness, while still others thrilled at the bloody spectacle.
Regardless, Wan Huo's overwhelming strength and cold brutality had already left a deep impression on everyone. Both his matches had ended in a matter of moments, without exception. His opponents had suffered crushing defeats before they could put up any real resistance.
"Rorick!" Meng Cheng sprang to his feet, his clenched fists cracking.
Jelas's face turned livid, a faint chill spreading around him. Even the usually composed Yue Hongya had cold light flashing in her eyes, and the hand resting on her knee quietly clenched.
The medical staff swiftly carried the unconscious, blood-soaked Rorick off the platform for emergency treatment.
That glaring crimson weighed like a boulder on the heart of every Iron Bone Boxing Gym disciple, while also kindling their anger. Anyone could see that Rorick's injuries were extremely severe, and Wan Huo's actions had been plainly intended to humiliate him. He could easily have ended the match long before, yet he had insisted on gravely injuring Rorick and breaking both his arms.
Under everyone's gaze, however, Wan Huo acted as though he had done something utterly insignificant. He did not even spare the departing Rorick another glance. Instead, he spread his hands, looking pleased with himself.
The atmosphere in the Iron Bone Boxing Gym's seating section abruptly dropped to freezing.
"It was only a match. Why strike so viciously?"
Unable to restrain herself any longer, Yue Hongya rose, her icy voice ringing out as she appeared outside the