The Victorious Sword Demon!
"We won, we won, Madam! We won!"
"Madam, we won!"
Inside Number One Yellow Suite, the four pretty men shouted joyfully to Madam Yang.
Madam Yang was also staring at Lin Bai in utter astonishment. Even now, she still had not recovered from the shock. How had Lin Bai won in the blink of an eye?
Meanwhile, from another suite came Qian Youcai's furious roar: "Beast, get up! Get up, you hear me? You good-for-nothing, get up!"
Qian Youcai was roaring unwillingly.
But Beast lay on the ground, barely clinging to life, completely unable to stand. Even though Qian Youcai kept issuing commands, Beast could no longer respond.
Under the gazes of every martial artist present, Lin Bai walked over to Beast.
Lin Bai saw that half of the mask on Beast's face had been destroyed by the Blackwater Divine Lightning, revealing the ugly face beneath.
Beast's face was not good-looking—in fact, it was hideously ugly. If an ordinary child had seen it, one glance would probably have been enough to give them nightmares that night!
Although Beast was on the verge of death, he had not closed his eyes. His blood-red eyes stared at Lin Bai. There was no fear or worry in them, only that unblinking gaze fixed upon him.
That gaze reminded Lin Bai of the looks exchanged by wild beasts fighting over territory in the mortal world.
The victor became king, and the defeated accepted their fate. There was nothing more to say!
Today, Beast had lost to Lin Bai. Even if Lin Bai killed him now, Beast would not blink.
Lin Bai stood before Beast for a long while. In the end, he did not strike the killing blow. He merely said, "Referee Ning Zheng, shouldn't you announce my victory now?"