"Stop! All of you, stop this instant!"
The chaos on the Martial Platform was growing worse by the moment. Wreckage littered the ground, and anguished cries shook the heavens. If this foolishness continued, the City Lord's Residence would lose every scrap of dignity it had.
Lu Ding's face turned livid. Unable to hold back any longer, he strode forward and unleashed a furious shout, carrying spiritual power that thundered across the entire venue. His brows bristled with anger at their disgraceful conduct:
"What kind of behavior is this? Utterly outrageous!"
Commandant Xu dared not delay. With a sweep of his arm, a squad of heavily armored Guard Army soldiers rushed onto the Martial Platform like an iron wall, wielding long halberds to force the brawling crowd apart.
The soldiers moved briskly, lifting the barely breathing Aodejiao, Yang Jihua, Mu Ying, and the others. They hurried these bedraggled Heavenly Prodigies to the rear for treatment, and only then did the stench of blood and the anguished cries subside a little.
Only now did Zhou Duoduo reluctantly draw back her foot and release her grip in irritation, sparing the defeated opponent lying at death's door on the ground.
Yet her face still glowed with unsated delight. She kept muttering about how satisfying that beating had been, occasionally throwing punches and kicks to reenact her exhilarating violence, looking as though she had not had nearly enough.
Had Du Xiangmei, Zhang Lin, and the others not swarmed around her, pulling, tugging, and coaxing with the strength of nine oxen and two tigers, they probably would never have dragged this freshly rampaging "little leopardess" off the Martial Platform.
After all, as long as she remained up there, the Heavenly Prodigies below were silent as cicadas in winter. Anyone who dared step up to compete