After a long while.
Under the watch and escort of the "medical staff," the contestants recovering in the regular infirmary made their way into the venue.
Even while resting inside, they had constantly felt the violent tremors coming from outside. Now that they had emerged, they could see the effects of the battle even more clearly:
The venue had become as uneven as the surface of the moon, covered in craters from meteor impacts and torn, sunken abysses. It was impossible to imagine that it had once been a solid, level artificial arena.
And in the middle of the venue lay a gigantic rock meteor nearly a thousand meters in diameter, looking remarkably like an enormous steamed bun.
"Is this what it looks like when true powerhouses fight?"
Hajrudin, the giant warrior who worshipped strength, could not help sighing at the awe-inspiring sight before him.
Chinjao, whose bald head was wrapped in several thick layers of white bandages like a distinctive curry-country turban, muttered to himself with shining eyes:
"Could such a huge rock meteor be Issho's ability?"
"Who was fighting him?"
"Hawkeye Mihawk, or The Unforgiven Yasuo?"
Like Chinjao, many people were speculating about who had caused such a grand spectacle.
These contestants had remained in the infirmary due to their serious injuries and had taken the fighting outside for ordinary tournament matches, so they had no idea that an unexpected incident had occurred at the martial arts tournament.
However, they quickly noticed that something was wrong:
The packed spectator stands around them had been completely cleared out, while many fully armed soldiers in matching uniforms stood throughout the venue, carrying swords and guns.
These soldiers followed Zephyr and the other officers closely, surrounding the utterly defeated Weevil and his mother and preparing to escort them into prison.
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