In contrast to the excitement of Saikeer and his companion, Ophir of the Hartell Family wore an icy expression.
He had only intended to humiliate the Makarov Family, never expecting to become the fool himself.
Most importantly, Tabang was their family's last remaining contestant.
The Hartell Family had offered such generous prizes because they had confidence in Tabang and firmly believed he could win the championship.
That way, the prizes would stay within the family, while the family earned a reputation for generosity-two birds with one stone.
But all of that had been ruined by this Ye Feng, who had appeared out of nowhere.
Watching Ye Feng continue to pummel Tabang, Ophir grew angrier by the moment.
Crack!
The wineglass in his hand shattered under his excessive grip.
But this also brought Ophir back to his senses. He swept away his ferocious expression and resumed the appearance of a refined gentleman.
What's done is done, and there's no changing it. Rather than seething here, I'd be better off figuring out how to cut our losses.
With that thought, Ophir gave his subordinate a meaningful look.
The subordinate understood immediately and went to contact the host to end the match.
In less than ten seconds, the host hurried into the air above the Arena and announced loudly:
"This match is over! The winner is Ye Feng of the Makarov Family!"
Ye Feng, who was thoroughly enjoying the beating he was delivering, suddenly heard the announcement and paused.
"Tabang hasn't surrendered yet. Why is the match over? I haven't had enough!"
But Ye Feng soon realized that the Hartell Family had intervened.
After all, the longer this continued, the more disgrace it would bring upon the Hartell Family.
Since the fight was over, Ye Feng could hardly keep hitting him and could