Li Ming collapsed, unconscious.
The entire crowd was frozen stiff.
Ye Chong, who had been jeering at Xu Ke with gusto, was dumbfounded.
Qin Jinghuan, who had watched Li Ming's blood run, was stunned.
Qian Jun, who had just stood up intending to spar with Sikong Mao, was petrified.
And the most comical of all was Jin Hankang; his mouth, which had nearly split open with laughter, was now frozen solid.
What on earth was going on?
Even as Xu Ke sat down on the edge of the platform to rest, supported by Yuan Shang, the crowd still hadn't snapped out of it.
Wasn't Xu Ke the one who was hit? Why was it Li Ming who ended up unconscious, his Dantian pierced by Silver Needles? What the hell had just happened?
As Xu Ke was helped down, he looked toward Jin Hankang, his face pale and weak. "Elder Jin, you can announce the result now!"
Jin Hankang clenched his teeth, glaring at Xu Ke. "You, you…" He couldn't believe it. Why did Xu Ke, who should have lost, win instead?
