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At last, heavy breaths tore through the curtain of silence.

Fukuda Kicchou's knees slammed heavily onto the floor, as though an invisible force had crushed him down.

His hands braced desperately against the ground, his knuckles white from exertion. Sweat dripped from his hair, striking the wooden floor and splashing into barely visible droplets.

His chest heaved violently like a beast at its limit, every breath carrying a tearing pain.

There was no expression left on his face, only dullness and an emptiness as though he had lost his mind.

His gaze was unfocused, as if his soul had been torn away, his pupils seemingly stripped of all focus.

A series of faint swallowing sounds acted like a fuse, breaking the frozen air on the court.

The surrounding players all swallowed hard in unison.

Their eyes were locked on the court, their pupils contracting sharply, as though they had seen something that should not have existed.

What had they just witnessed?

It had been a complete crushing, a total destruction from spirit to body!

Yet Fukuda Kicchou now looked like a trapped beast nailed to the ground by a hunter, kneeling on both knees with his head lowered, nearly collapsing onto the floor. It seemed as though even the strength to hold himself up had been drained away.

And Chi Tong stood before him, looking down from above, silent as a mountain.

His gaze was calm, his tone as light as a breeze brushing over a lake, without the slightest ripple.

"Any other questions?"

The words were light, yet they struck Fukuda Kicchou's chest like a heavy hammer.

In that instant, his hollow eyes began to tremble as if jolted by electricity. The dullness gradually faded, replaced by surging emotions.

Unwillingness burned like fire, terror spread like ice, and fear