Up in the stands, the spectators dared not make a sound. They watched the two girls with shapely figures closely, afraid that a single noise might cause those fragrant flowers to wither and perish.
Zhu Zhuqing smiled faintly, lowered the Golden Longbow in her hand, and dispersed the arrow she had formed.
The Ironblood Brothers were dumbfounded. They thought their opponents had conceded.
The announcer also started making his way onto the stage to declare the result.
But then came a surprise.
The masked girl with the fuller figure took an unidentified object resembling a horn out of her clothes.
Then she held it up and let out a mighty roar at the Ironblood Brothers.
"Roar! Tiger's Roar in the Mountain Forest!"
A tremendous roar blasted out of the large horn, aimed straight at the Ironblood Brothers.
The Ironblood Brothers saw a huge, transparent ripple sweep toward them from the other side.
Then they could hear nothing at all. Their heads buzzed, and dizziness began to overwhelm them.
When they came to, they found themselves standing outside the Soul Fighting Platform.
The two looked at each other, utterly bewildered. But when they noticed the two large footprints on their bodies and the dull pain beneath them, they understood.
They bowed toward the center of the Soul Fighting Platform and walked away.
The spectators in the stands had seen everything clearly. Though the mighty roar had startled them, they had caught Zhu Zhuqing's final few moves.
A wave of cheers immediately rose from the stands.
The announcer scrambled up from the ground, still rather dazed. He had been halfway over when the tremendous roar frightened him so badly that he dropped flat on the floor.
He looked toward the center of the Soul Fighting Arena in confusion and saw the two