When Dai Huabing knelt on the ground, the entire arena fell silent.
Her knees struck the ground with a dull thud.
Then she bent down and knocked her forehead against the stone slabs, kowtowing several times in succession.
Each impact was forceful, and her forehead soon reddened.
Her hands were clenched into fists, braced on either side of her body, her knuckles white from the force. Her jaw was clenched tight, and her body trembled slightly.
But she finished kowtowing all the same.
Huo Yutong looked down at her, at Dai Huabing, who had once stood high above her, one of the murderers responsible for her mother's death, now kneeling before her.
Everything that had weighed on her heart for so long-the humiliation, resentment, and inferiority-suddenly felt so very light, too light to be worth mentioning.
Mom, can you see this? Someone who once bullied us is kneeling on the ground now.
But this is only the beginning. Next, I'll accomplish even more.
Huo Yutong withdrew her gaze, turned, and walked out of the arena.
She said nothing more and did not look back a second time.
A win was a win. She did not need to waste another second on Dai Huabing.
A dull thud came from behind her.
Dai Huabing slammed a fist into the ground, then began wildly driving her elbow into it. Once again, the ground suffered an undeserved calamity.
But when she braced herself against the ground and tried to rise, her arms shook, and her knees felt as though they had been filled with lead.
A hand reached over from beside her. Zhu Lu bent down, trying to help her up.
Without even looking at him, Dai Huabing shoved him away.
Zhu Lu staggered two steps and nearly fell. He opened his mouth to