"Wudao brother!"
"Ye Wudao!" Xia Shiqi and another person screamed incessantly.
"Little Uncle-Master!" Chu Kuangge dashed toward the arena in a single leap and embraced Ye Wudao directly.
Ye Wudao, looking extremely weak, spoke, "I—I wasn't eliminated, was I?"
"You won!" several people shouted.
"Then, then that's good!" Ye Wudao said and slowly closed his eyes.
"Let this old man take a look!"
The Ghost Doctor briefly checked Ye Wudao's pulse and his expression instantly turned grave. "This is bad, his pulse is weak, and his True Qi is dissipating inside him. He could be in mortal danger at any moment—quick, get him out of here!"
Chu Kuangge said angrily, "This Hei Mu, hidden behind a mask, was definitely not a contestant in this Ancient Martial Arts Competition, but deliberately attempted to assassinate my Little Uncle-Master!"
"What, not a contestant in the Ancient Martial Arts Competition?"
"Assassination, can it be..." Many spectators at the scene were shocked.
