It wasn't until Jiang Ziman announced the death of Yan Zhongshan that the audience, who were shocked by the news, truly snapped back to reality, especially when Yang Fei subsequently called on those who had signed up to step onto the stage for their deaths.
"Fuck, is he… is he really that fierce?"
"Yeah, wasn't Yan Zhongshan said to be very powerful? Could it have been all talk?"
"Energy Transformation Fifth Grade, eh? Just got blasted to death with one punch, is this for real?"
"I don't find it fun to watch at all. They just touched and it's all over?"
"Yeah, it happened too fast, even faster than me."
"Piss off, you're a joke, he's genuinely strong."
Many young martial artists who had come with their elders to watch the spectacle couldn't keep their composure, their blood boiling with excitement as they discussed energetically among themselves.
When they looked at the young figure on the stage again, most of them showed a look of admiration in their eyes.
So cool!
