Everyone had seen it clearly. Green Ghost had needed only one palm to slap Chai Nian off the platform before he could even take his medicine.
Chai Hong immediately darted to Chai Nian's side to check his injuries. Fortunately, he was only badly wounded and unconscious; his life was not in danger.
"Green Ghost!" he gritted out.
Shan You also came over, clutching his injured right arm. "Is Brother Nian all right?"
Yet a faint curve at the corner of his mouth seemed to betray a hint of amusement.
He'd still been putting on an act. Now he'd become the biggest joke of all.
The other Liang young masters and ladies were also unhappy about Green Ghost's string of victories, but even so, some couldn't help chuckling at the sight.
The contrast between Chai Nian's elegant bearing before he stepped onto the platform and his wretched state now was simply too great.
The Chai Family had been riding high earlier. Even their dog of a servant, Su Yuan, had strutted around on the platform.
Now look at him—the young master himself had become the most ridiculous one of all.
Wei Yan felt a headache coming on. He glanced at the unconscious Chai Nian, then turned his gaze back to Green Ghost.
At that moment, dark red blood slowly trickled from the inner edge of Green Ghost's mask.
Green Ghost seemed utterly spent. He sat cross-legged on the platform and began regulating his breath.
Clearly, that last strike had once again forced him to overdraw his strength.
The people below who had been cheering for Green Ghost grew anxious.
"Green Ghost doesn't look like he can go on."
"But he's already beaten every Liang Martial Warrior!"
"Great Jing is going to win outright!"
Hong Zhong praised Green Ghost. "Green Ghost is