Zhang Xiaohua sat up from the ground and looked around in great "confusion." Then he rubbed his head as though it hurt badly. After that, he got to his feet and looked into the distance again, before making a move that no one on Tianmu Peak could have imagined even in their wildest dreams—he walked over to Ye Liaocheng, who was lying unconscious on the ground, grabbed one of his legs, and dragged him toward the edge of the arena as though hauling a dead pig!
In an instant, the entire arena fell deathly silent again. Then, once everyone understood Zhang Xiaohua's intentions, a wave of uproarious laughter soared into the sky. The Grass Department disciples all laughed heartily and clapped without cease. It seemed this fellow did not even know whether he had won or lost, so, to be safe, he had decided to drag his opponent beyond the boundary and let the five judges decide.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohua drag Ye Liaocheng outward while panting and wheezing, Wu Zhouxu sighed and stopped walking. Originally, both men had fainted at the same time. The current rules did not cover such a situation, nor had there ever been such a precedent. If he went to the five venerables, then for the sake of one hundred taels of gold, he could cast aside his pride and settle for a draw. But he had not expected Zhang Xiaohua to wake first. Of course, even if he had awakened, it might still have been possible to turn things into a draw. Yet... like every other disciple, Wu Zhouxu had never imagined that Zhang Xiaohua would do this... Watching Zhang Xiaohua's laborious efforts, Wu Zhouxu's heart bled. *Fine, why am I even going to see the old venerables? No matter who faints first, whoever crosses