They chatted and commented, treating it all like a game.
Tang Junchu looked up, wondering how he should smooth things over with a gracious remark once the other guy lost. Then they could put the whole thing behind them.
He had absolute confidence in Wan Qiang.
Professional fighting and street brawling were fundamentally different. Reason told him that when a professional fighter got serious, an ordinary street fight could never measure up.
He believed his sister's description, but he was more inclined to trust the professionals.
A whistle sounded nearby.
He belatedly turned his attention to the ring, ready to watch a one-sided fight.
That was what he thought, and more or less what everyone around him thought, too.
Glances met, and cameras focused...
Everyone eagerly awaited the coming fight. In their minds, they imagined the two men grappling, trading blows, or perhaps one of them dominating the other.
Surely they'd at least go a few rounds.
Everyone held that same expectation, until...
Boom!
A figure soared high above the ring, then slammed hard onto the mat.
The whole area fell silent.
"Th-that's it? It's over?" someone muttered in a daze.
The fight had lasted a mere instant.
The match had begun, then ended in a flash.
Everyone stared at Wan Qiang, lying motionless on the ground, then looked up at Zhang Yang, who had barely seemed to move. A chill ran through them.
Wan Qiang was the one who had flown through the air, and Wan Qiang was the one who had hit the ground.
Not a single person had seen Zhang Yang make a move.
Had Wan Qiang... been knocked out in one hit?
Tang Junchu gazed up at the tall figure still standing in the ring, frozen for a long time.
After a brief silence, the crowd