The pink halo was like invisible threads, instantly winding around A Bao's consciousness.
Already dizzy and disoriented, A Bao felt the scene before his eyes change, as though countless fairies draped in sheer silk were dancing gracefully before him.
The fairies beckoned gently to him, throwing his mind into chaos and even disrupting the soul power within his body.
"Hehe... so... so beautiful..."
A Bao grinned foolishly, his hands waving aimlessly through the air as though trying to catch those illusory figures, while his stumbling feet carried him lurching forward.
He was standing right at the edge of the platform, and that lurch sent him off balance.
With a muffled thud, A Bao's massive body toppled over the edge of the platform and fell straight onto the cushioning mats below, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Without so much as a groan, his eyes rolled back and he passed out completely, a trace of that foolish smile still lingering at the corners of his mouth.
On the platform, Xiao Wu withdrew the pink glow from her eyes and dusted off her little hands. Looking at the unconscious A Bao below, she playfully stuck out her tongue.
"All done!"
The stands fell silent for a moment, then erupted in thunderous cheers and laughter.
No one had expected this Raging Bull, with four consecutive victories under his belt, to fall to such a "gentle" soul skill in the end.
"What an incredible soul skill! It can actually charm an opponent directly!"
"Miss Xiao Wu is amazing! She's agile and has tricks up her sleeve!"
"A Bao looks hilarious passed out like that. Bet he's having some lovely dream..."
The host Doudou's clear voice rang throughout the arena, carrying laughter she could barely conceal.
"Raging Bull A Bao has fallen off the platform