The exhibition center was silent.
Not long ago,
The sound of discussion and cheering that occasionally rang out during the battle between Wu Ran and Zhao Kongming had already disappeared completely at this moment.
The entire exhibition center seemed to have been paused.
Li Xingwu's expression was filled with surprise and astonishment.
On the other side, He Qi from Crane Fist Sect was even more staring at Wu Ran with rage in his eyes, almost ready to erupt.
As for the others,
They remained motionless at their original positions, as if they were frozen two or three seconds prior.
Their gazes were all focused on the battlefield.
To be precise,
They were focused on Wu Ran.
"Heh...heh."
Zhao Kongming's body was also frozen in place.
His mouth was filled with the taste of rust, and it seemed like a warm liquid was constantly flowing down from his jaw.
His eyes moved slightly, seemingly trying to lower his head and see what exactly had happened.
However,
