In just a few breaths,
Shen Rongguang, who had been brimming with confidence and arrogance only a moment ago, was blasted off the arena.
The surroundings fell abruptly silent in that instant,
Deathly silent.
Even the sound of breathing seemed to vanish,
As though a pin drop could be heard.
No one had expected this battle to end this way!
At the very beginning,
Even Si Houqing, the one footing the bill, had held no expectations for the outcome of this match.
He had long prepared himself to lose that deal.
Whether it was the passersby and spectators around them, or the managers of the other chambers of commerce acting as hosts atop the platform,
After learning that Shen Rongguang came from the Tiannan Shen Clan, all of them had thought there was no suspense whatsoever in this battle.
The only question was how many moves that tightly wrapped figure opposite him—wearing a conical hat and a bronze mask—could endure.
Even if there were occasionally people who refused to follow the crowd and held unconventional opinions,
At most, they would dare imagine that Shen Rongguang might underestimate his opponent too much, then, after a bitter struggle, carelessly allow the other side to turn the tables against the wind in a desperate final reversal.
Who would have dared imagine,
That Shen Rongguang, a descendant of the prestigious Tiannan Shen Clan, would be utterly crushed by an unknown nobody in this remote place within just a few breaths?!
Moreover,
From the first move to the battle's end, only four or five breaths had passed.
In that amount of time,
Some ordinary cultivators would probably still be forming Hand Seals and gathering their spells, wouldn't they?!
Yet the battle had simply ended like that?!
It was utterly unbelievable!
Had they not witnessed it