"The victor, Zhao Tiehe from Sanshan City!"
As the referee's announcement finally settled, almost simultaneously, Zhao Tiehe's figure, who had been valiantly swinging his fists, thunderously collapsed to the ground.
His injuries were, in fact, much more severe than Lin Zhengli's, and he had already reached his physical limits. In the end, he was punching solely through sheer willpower.
At this point, he slumped down, lying on his back.
Lin Zhengli, who had almost been punched into a pit by him, had long since lost consciousness.
The arena was a sight of devastation with scattered rocks, broken vines, large pits, splashes of water, and traces of blood...
And the applause from the audience started only now.
At first, it was scattered, as neither of the combatants was from their hometown, but soon it exploded thunderously.
The battle had been too thrilling, and it made everyone recognize the tenacity of the cultivators from Sanshan City.
