In just a few breaths,
Shen Rongguang, who had been so confident, arrogant, and unrestrained only moments before, was sent crashing off the arena.
The surroundings abruptly fell silent,
deadly silent.
Even the sound of breathing seemed to vanish,
so quiet that a pin could almost be heard dropping.
No one had imagined that this battle would end like this!
After all, from the very beginning,
even Si Houqing, who was backing the match, hadn't expected to win.
He had already prepared himself to lose that deal.
Whether it was the onlookers around them or the representatives of the other chambers of commerce presiding from the elevated platform,
once they learned that Shen Rongguang came from the Tiannan Shen Clan, they had all felt that the battle was already without suspense.
The only question was how many moves the figure opposite him, wrapped up tightly in a bamboo hat and bronze mask, could withstand.
Even those who occasionally went against the crowd and held unusual opinions
had only dared to imagine that Shen Rongguang might underestimate his opponent too much, then, after a hard-fought battle, let his guard down and be defeated in a desperate, against-all-odds comeback.
Who would have dared imagine
that Shen Rongguang, a scion of the illustrious Tiannan Shen Clan, would be utterly crushed in just a few breaths by some unknown nobody in such a remote place?!
And besides,
from the first move to the end of the fight, it had taken only four or five breaths.
That amount of time—
for some ordinary cultivators, they might not even have finished forming a spell and gathering their magical energy!
And the fight was already over?!
It was simply unbelievable!
If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, they would have thought it was some lunatic's