The King fainted on the ground. Yang Dao did not bother much. When he waved his hand, he healed the wound but the man still could not take the exhaustion of times that washed over him. Staying at the top may look all fun and games but maintaining that position requires one to become cruel to the world and crueler to themselves.
The King was on such person. Yang Dao did not even know the man's name yet because the King had never introduced himself. In his eyes, the weak did not deserve to know his name. he landed on the ground and the silent crowd burst into cheers.
HAIL THE LORD, HAIL THE LORD...
Yang Dao's status as the lord was recognized by the citizen after this fight. Not only did the boy defeated the king but he did it fairly and squarely. The moment his arrow poked a hole through the spike and passed over the King's body, injuring him. They all knew that this boy was being merciful to the old man.
