The voice was calm, yet when it reached everyone's ears, it rang like thunder.
It shattered the silence completely!
Han Baichuan stepped forward and announced the final result with decisive finality. "Hong Ming wins this match!"
"He won?"
At Shen Lin's words, Li Mo stared blankly, still struggling to take it in.
He'd won just like that?
Why had it seemed so easy?
He looked toward Hong Ming, standing proudly in the middle of the arena, his expression complicated.
He knew it wasn't that the victory had come easily. Hong Ming was simply so powerful that he had given that impression.
In truth, if Shen Lin had been the one fighting, whether he could have won easily was another matter, but he certainly would have lost easily.
"He won!"
When Li Mo heard the result, surprise quickly gave way to delight.
He truly hadn't expected Hong Ming, whom he hadn't thought much of, to win the match after all.
Hong Ming had earned their Third Team a full four hundred taels in prize money!
"Good thing we didn't hand Hong Ming over back then. Otherwise, we'd have lost sight of the bigger picture over a small gain!"
Han Ming was equally surprised, but mostly relieved.
He was glad he hadn't handed Hong Ming over to Huang Chun back then. That wouldn't have been letting a man go; it would have been letting four hundred gleaming silver taels walk away.
The match was over.
After announcing the result, Han Baichuan departed.
Han Nuo followed close behind, but kept his gaze fixed on Hong Ming from afar, as if sizing him up, scrutinizing him, and committing him to memory all at once.
Han Cheng said nothing. He left in a huff without looking back.
With a broad smile, Han Ming stepped forward