For a moment, no one moved. No one even breathed.
Then—
"What… what just happened?!" someone blurted out, their voice shaking.
"Young Master Gou—he's at the Late-stage Heavenly Origin realm, and he still lost?! Just like that?!"
"Who is this guy? How can he be this strong?!"
Gasps rippled through the crowd, their shock turning into something else—excitement. For the first time, hope flickered in their eyes.
"Admit you were wrong yet, bastard?!" Mo Hao roared, charging to the edge of the massive crater. His eyes burned with madness as he stared down at Young Master Gou.
"I was wrong! I was wrong!" Young Master Gou cried out, his voice shaking with fear. "Please don't kill me! I'll let her go right now—I swear I'll never do anything like this again!"
That was it. The fight was over. Mo Hao had won, and there was no question about it.
