Xiong Naichao was still laughing.
He threw back his head, mouth wide open, even his tonsils on full display!
Then he felt a powerful force suddenly rush at him. Before he could react, he felt...
As if his face had been struck by a cannonball!
He had never taken such a vicious punch in his life!
Xiong Naichao flew straight backward, sailing over the heads of his Senior Disciple Brother and Second Senior Brother before slamming into the opposite wall with a bang. Then he dropped to the floor and lay motionless.
He had been knocked out cold.
After Zhao Ritian's first move, he had been about to switch techniques and use his Plum Blossom Elbow for close combat, going all out!
But when he looked up, he froze. "Huh!?"
He was dumbfounded himself.
That one move actually worked!?
Xiong Jiany and Xiong Guishan sat on folding chairs below the stage and exchanged a glance.
Xiong Guishan said, "Senior Disciple Brother, did something... just... fly over our heads?"
Xiong Jiany looked at Xiong Guishan. "Hallucination. It was all a hallucination."
The entire venue was as quiet as a morgue!
For several full seconds, no one reacted.
The contrast was simply too extreme!
Everyone had expected the Xiong Jian Sect to win overwhelmingly. Some had even thought they could take down two or three opponents in a row. Even the most uneasy had believed that the Xiong Jian Sect and Yan Zhao Sect might be evenly matched.
But those who thought the Yan Zhao Sect could win easily—who thought they could score an instant knockout... there wasn't one, not half of one, not even a fraction of one!
Of course, except for the Yu father and daughter.
But Yu Kuohai had only known that Lu Chengwen had an impressive background. He