A flicker of satisfaction appeared in Hua Weiguang's vicious gaze.
His sudden attack caught everyone off guard.
No one had imagined that someone would be so humiliated by losing a match that he would launch a sneak attack to kill in full view of everyone.
Although Zhao Sifang was sequence level five, he was still flesh and blood. Without the level suppression of the Path of the Believer, there was no way his physical toughness alone could withstand a skill from someone at sequence level four.
Zhao Sifang looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, then turned back toward Hua Weiguang in confusion.
He seemed to be asking Hua Weiguang: Was it really such a big deal that you had to kill me?
But before Zhao Sifang could get the question out, he slowly collapsed under Hua Weiguang's hate-filled gaze.
"Little Zhao!"
"Sifang!"
Zhao Longfei and Qin Siyang immediately rushed forward. Chu Baxing and the others froze for a moment before hurrying onto the arena after them.
Shi Tao was about to go too, but Ban Dingyuan grabbed him.
"Why are you holding me back?! Our classmate's hurt. Aren't you going to check on him?"
"There are plenty of people in the arena. One more won't make a difference." Ban Dingyuan's gaze fell on the Eastern Glory group, who remained seated. "Watch the other side in case anything else happens."
"Anything else? This isn't over yet?"
Ban Dingyuan nodded. "Of course not. Didn't you notice Senior Duan sitting there watching them too?"
Shi Tao saw that Duan Chongfang was indeed keeping a close watch on the Eastern Glory group, just as Ban Dingyuan had said. He gritted his teeth and nodded. "Well... all right."
In the arena, Qin Siyang immediately said, "Chu Baxing, hold Little Zhao up. Hu