"Ha... urgh..." Pang Yi struggled to his feet, clutching his chest. He laughed, blood spraying from his mouth without cease, yet he was still laughing heartily.
Huang Xiao had blasted him out of bounds, but that last punch of his had gathered every remaining shred of his Supreme Demonic Qi, turning it into hidden force that had directly shattered Huang Xiao's heart. There was no doubt about that.
Huang Xiao had struck in haste and merely driven him back. He had had no time to turn his punching force into hidden force to injure him.
All he had managed was to send him flying. His injuries were severe, but he had survived.
That moment had been perilous for him.
Yet Pang Yi had still trusted his own strength, trusted that his punch would be enough to kill Huang Xiao and prevent him from unleashing his full strength to injure him.
Now it seemed he had done it.
He was the final victor.
Who said the final victor had to be standing in the arena?
There was only a dead man in the arena. Who else could be the winner but him?
"Brother Pozheng, can you announce the result now?" Pang Ji asked, looking relieved.
When Huang Xiao had used the Ghost-Riding Technique earlier, his heart had indeed tightened, but now it seemed Huang Xiao was no match for Pang Yi after all.
Still, Pang Yi's victory this time had come far too perilously.
Had Huang Xiao not died on the spot in the arena, Pang Yi would have counted as out of bounds.
In an arena match, falling out of the arena counted as a loss.
"It's over," Liu Tengfan murmured, his eyes somewhat vacant.
He had thought Huang Xiao stood an excellent chance, but the situation had suddenly reversed,