Fourth Bro Zhou was carried out of the ring via stretcher.
Winners were crowned and losers vilified. That was how all matches ended in the Chinese martial arts world. Whoever was more skilled would have the last say. The loser didn't have any right to speak.
The duel ended just like that.
The tenth match was the last to begin but the first to finish.
The Eight Trigrams School's disciples nearly fainted when they saw this.
"So that is Chen Zhen?"
"Uh…"
"Isn't his strength a little too great?"
"Eleventh Bro, can your strength beat his?"
"Man, that's hard to say."
"Is that an external style he's using?"
"I don't know! He didn't even use any martial arts moves!"
"That's right. I couldn't even tell which martial school's moves those were!"
"Don't tell me that there's really a style called the Swimming Body Eight Trigrams Brick?"
"…"
