Yin Zhu thought that her shout would be diluted by the many screams but it was as if Situ Mu Yan was just focusing on her voice alone. The man who was hitting the slave over and over again until the man was on the verge of fainting stopped at once.
His knuckles were coloured red, and drops of blood dripped down from the back of his clenched hand onto the floor. Drip, drip, drip. Yin Zhu did not know whether it was just her or the entire room had gone silent, right now she could only look at the man who was standing in the middle of the ring, he did not hit the slave but he did not tap out either, the silence got more and more overwhelming until the man who was lying on the floor bounced up, with his quick feet he pushed Situ Mu Yan as he took over the momentum now completely.
