Whoosh!
After Miao Wushuang was knocked unconscious by a single punch, a beam of light immediately enveloped his body and transferred him away in an instant, carrying him off for emergency treatment.
This was one of the Duel Arena's functions. It could transfer away anyone on the brink of death at any moment, protecting the duelists' safety to the greatest extent and ensuring they would not die on the dueling platform.
"Hmm, this is one of Green Jade City's top experts?! How did he get knocked out with one punch? He's way too fragile!" Kong Cheng of the Yellow Sand Sect sat in the spectator stands and could not help shouting. He simply could not believe his eyes.
A group of Primordial Sacred Land disciples could not help covering their faces. This was far too humiliating. Earlier, he had boasted as though he were invincible beneath the heavens, yet now he could not even withstand a single punch before being dragged away for treatment.
They felt that punch had not merely defeated Miao Wushuang—it had also slapped the faces of countless Primordial Sacred Land disciples. Others would think that Primordial Sacred Land disciples were all this frail, unable to endure even one punch.
"Didn't he say he was proficient in thirty-six divine abilities, each with earth-shattering might? Why didn't he use any of them?" Yin Xiheng of the Thunder Sect was also left dumbfounded.
He had originally wanted to see just how powerful the Primordial Sacred Land's disciples were. Yet before he saw anything, Xia Ping had knocked Miao Wushuang out with one punch, and he had not displayed a single shred of his ability.
"It wasn't that Miao Wushuang didn't use them. It's that Brother Xia was too powerful."
Wei Liangsheng of the Lingyun Sect had a glint in