A Pyrrhic Victory!
Purr struggled to his feet and staggered toward the ring, but collapsed again before he reached it.
The referee counted down to ten, and amidst the referee's resentful gaze, announced the result of the match.
The match ended with John Truss emerging victorious.
Then, John Truss was also covered in blood and looked utterly miserable.
Even if we win, it will be a Pyrrhic victory.
This scene was broadcast live to countless households, appearing before the eyes of everyone watching the live stream.
The audience erupted like a powder keg that had been lit.
On the internet, countless netizens have become keyboard warriors, their fingers dancing wildly on the keyboard, the sound of their typing is loud and clear, and their fingers even leave afterimages because of the speed.
On the screen, messages flooded in like a surging tide, instantly covering the entire image.
[My God! This isn't a competition, it's a war!]
John Truss and Purr were true warriors; they fought with their lives on the line!
[This is too brutal! Every punch felt like it hit my heart. They fought like this until the very end, both of them were covered in blood and gore. This is the most brutal victory I've ever seen, bar none!]
John Truss, you are my hero!
This Pyrrhic victory is more impactful than any grand triumph; you deserve everyone's respect!
Purr was great too. Even though he lost, his spirit was just as strong! This match made me both excited and moved to tears.
This is the allure of battle—showcasing the resilience of humanity amidst bloodshed and cruelty. They have all surpassed themselves; regardless of victory or defeat, they are all legends!
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These comments spread rapidly online, like a burning flame that ignited the entire online world, with everyone going crazy over this thrilling match.
Far across the ocean in the Sili Country, a towering, enormous castle stands like a giant beast crouching on the earth.
Inside the castle, there is a house that is exquisitely decorated, with every detail exuding luxury.
In the living room, a dazzling crystal chandelier casts a soft glow, reflecting off the smooth, mirror-like marble floor and creating a mesmerizing halo.
Pu Huisheng's face was full of anger, his right hand gripping the wine glass tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Suddenly, like a raging lion, he slammed the wine glass in his hand heavily onto the ground.
With a crisp yet ear-piercing bang, the wine glass instantly shattered into countless fragments, flying in all directions like sharp, dark stones.
The spilled liquor, illuminated by the lamplight, resembled a shocking pool of blood spreading wildly across the ground.
He was so angry that his face turned bright red, the redness spreading from his cheeks all the way down to his neck, as if it were setting his whole body on fire.
The veins on his forehead throbbed constantly, like angry little snakes writhing under his skin, making his originally refined face look ferocious and terrifying.
His eyes were wide open in fury, burning with a raging fire that seemed to ignite the surrounding air.
"Asshole!"
He roared, his voice like Thunderclap echoing through the living room, causing the paintings on the wall to tremble slightly.
"This good-for-nothing! The Lineage has invested so much in him, countless resources, and the best training conditions, all so that he can win the championship in this competition!"
"But now, they've actually been defeated by that Eagle Country player!"
"How can this be tolerated!"
Pu Huisheng that he was trembling all over, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
This match was of extraordinary significance; the Lineage, and even the entire nation, placed all their hopes on his son.
They yearn for the enormous resources and rewards that come with first place, which are not just about wealth and honor, but also an opportunity to elevate their Lineage and country to new heights.
That mysterious space is a place that countless people dream of. Legend has it that as long as you enter it, you can obtain a great fortune that changes your destiny.
Like a bubble, all of these bubbles burst and drifted away from them with their son's failure.
For Pu Huisheng, it was as if someone had viciously ripped out his heart, each cut causing him excruciating pain.
He was filled with hatred for his son, but showed no concern whatsoever for whether his son was injured on the field. It was as if, in his eyes, his defeated son had become a sinner of the Lineage.
"Next up is the semi-finals. The first semi-final will be between Yokoyama Eiko from Sakura Country and Hua Qiang from China."
The host's voice, as melodious as a nightingale's song, echoed above the arena.
"Please welcome our two contestants to the stage!"
As the host's voice faded, Hua Qiang and Yokoyama Eiko appeared on the newly renovated arena.
The arena looked indestructible, and the surrounding protective facilities were all brand new. But the most eye-catching feature was the huge light screen.
This light screen, like a transparent dome, separates the arena from the audience. It shimmers with a mysterious luster, as if it were a protective barrier.
The reason for this setup is that everyone knows the later the battles go, the more intense they become, and the destructive power they can cause when these masters unleash their full strength is simply unimaginable.
They are like Gods and Devils with the power to World-destroying; who knows what kind of earth-shattering and awe-inspiring methods they might use.
If the aftermath of the battle were to affect the students in the audience who were eagerly watching the match, the consequences would be unbearable.
Yokoyama Eiko looked at Hua Qiang with a serious expression. Her originally lively eyes were now like deep lake water, revealing a solemnity.
She never expected that her first battle would be against Hua Qiang. In her original plan, the two of them would meet in the finals, which would be the moment of ultimate showdown.
However, the situation changed, and this sudden confrontation forced her to readjust her strategy.
Those treasures that were originally reserved for the finals seem to be appearing before the world ahead of schedule.
Yokoyama Eiko gave Hua Qiang a slight bow, a bow that exuded elegance.
But then, her face blossomed like spring flowers, and she became charming and alluring, her soft and seductive voice seemingly able to melt one's bones.
"Mr. Hua Qiang, please be gentle when we start fighting. This young lady can't take your abuse."
Hua Qiang's face stiffened upon hearing this, and he was speechless.
What kind of indecent words are these women uttering?
This is a ring fight, a contest of honor and strength, not a battle in bed. How can you use the word "ravage" to describe it?
Upon hearing this, the surrounding audience burst into laughter, and some even whistled, making the atmosphere at the scene somewhat awkward for a moment.
The match began, and the host's shout was like a battle horn.
A round ball appeared in Yokoyama Eiko's hand at some unknown time. The ball looked dark and murky, yet it exuded a mysterious aura.
She slammed to the ground with a crisp "bang," and a cloud of Black Mist rose from the arena, spreading out at an extremely fast speed.
Soon, the entire arena was shrouded in a layer of thick black smoke, so dense it was almost tangible, which also enveloped her and Hua Qiang.
Yokoyama Eiko's lips curled slightly upward. In this mist, she was the queen, this was her territory, and she would ravage Hua Qiang within it.
The audience below craned their necks, trying to see through the light screen and black smoke to get a clear view of what was happening inside, but it was all in vain. They could only anxiously wait for the outcome of the battle to be revealed.