At one side Zhao Luo stood whose attack had left something broken on the disciples as he handled him.
While on the other hand, Xiao Yu had taken down the same number of enemies but in a different manner.
The disciples defeated by Xiao Yu were looking at him with admiration.
They gathered up the ones who had fallen and while carrying them, they left the stage knowingly getting eliminated from the Open Battle.
'Drip, Drip.'
Blood dripped on the stage from Zhao Luo's fists but it wasn't his instead it belonged to the fifty disciples that were hardly breathing.
It wasn't because these disciples were suffering from asthma attacks but they were busy groaning in pain and spitting out blood because of their broken ribs and ruptured organs.
Zhao Luo had taken over the role of a janitor after beating the disciples black and blue.
'Thud!'
Zhao Luo kicked them out one by one as he cleared the stage.
"Anymore left?"
