Before Yang Xiao could speak, Number Five dropped to the ground with a thud. Seeing this, Yang Xiao's expression turned even uglier. The people around them looked at him with curiosity, contempt, and disgust.
"I was wondering why that guy reacted so quickly when using hidden weapons. So that was what was going on." When Number Five had fought Huo Hai earlier, one of his arms had become unusable. Although his overall speed had slowed with only one arm left, he had still managed to barely hold off Huo Hai's assault for a while. Thinking back, the reaction speed of that one arm had indeed seemed much faster.
Qu Linyi sneered. "This is the Yang Family's way of doing things. Truly despicable—they even resorted to pills that drain one's potential." Qu Linyi was exceptionally disdainful of Yang Xiao's actions. As the eldest young master of the Qu Family, he had naturally encountered such things before.
For the sake of victory in competitions, the Vast Earth Empire had developed many things specifically for contests. Pills like these, which could drain a person's physical strength and mental energy to enhance their reactions, were one example.
However, these pills inflicted far too much damage on the user, so no one normally used them in actual combat. Only specially trained dead soldiers and fighters would use such methods in competitions. For them, victory was all that mattered.
Yang Xiao's face turned livid. He gave a look, and his servants understood, hurriedly dragging the unconscious Number Five away. At the same time, Yang Xiao made up his mind that once they returned, he would make Number Five pay. So what if he had won the match? He had caused his young master to lose face. Poor Number Five still had no idea that he had