Among the crowd, the surprised were surprised, the shocked were shocked, and only the Guan Family Head's face was dark like the bottom of a claypot, some gloomy the gloom almost dripped off his face.
His hands were clenched up into fists, his gaze darkened as he stared at Guan Xi Lin upon the stage, as chilling murder flashed within his eyes.
At that moment, Guan Xi Ruan already had an arm broken, and the other twisted and held down against the raised platform, unable to move in the slightest with his face pressed against the surface of the stage, whereby he could not even make any noise.
Guan Xi Lin's gaze was rather conflicted as he looked at his cousin defeated and held down under his grip. He had intended to cripple his arm but in his mind, scenes of the times when they were younger and training together flashed through his mind and his heart helplessly softened.
"You've lost."
