The host's voice had hardly faded when, with a sudden aggressive momentum, a blood disciple kneeled on the ground with a loud thud.
"My God, what happened? Could it be that the ground was too slippery? The blood disciple actually kneeled on the ground."
"This is the first accident of its kind in the history of the ring. The blood disciple was about to get up when the newcomer just stood there, with no intention of kicking an opponent when he's down. He must have been scared silly, completely unacclimated to the environment of the ring."
"Opportunities flash by in an instant, the blood disciple stood up, but the newcomer is still stunned. Is he completely frozen in fear?"
The host spoke rapidly, matching the pace of a drunk man drinking alone. Suddenly the atmosphere in the ring was heightened, and many of the audience members who were heckling turned to watch.
"What's this nonsense?"
"Exactly, it's too fake, creating this kind of suspense."
