A minor injury?
Upon hearing Chen Sheng's words.
Zhou Qiming lowered his head, and his eyes twitched continuously.
He looked at the twisted legs and blurred flesh of Xu Yang's lower body in his hands, only half a step away from death.
A minor injury?!
Do you call this a minor injury?!
What is considered a serious injury then?
Soul scattered and dissipated?!
Shocked, speechless, and bewildered emotions were hidden behind Zhou Qiming's poker face, making him at a loss for how to react for a moment.
"Young Zhou."
"Announce the match results."
It was not until Zhou Tairan called out from a distance.
Zhou Qiming came to his senses.
"Oh, oh...alright."
He shook his head slightly, shaking off the chaotic thoughts in his mind.
Then, he raised his arm.
"Class A, the winner.....Chen Sheng!"
As soon as the words fell.
It was like a heavy hammer falling.
The still audience around came back to their senses.
Ignoring the noise around him.
Chen Sheng casually flicked his hand.
