A five-meter-long fierce tiger was punched to pieces, its headless corpse rolling several meters on the ground before stopping.
The crowd's expressions were complex.
There was surprise, curiosity, scrutiny, but mostly schadenfreude, expressions waiting for a show.
"Thank you."
At this moment, the man who had just jumped off the ring looked grateful, raising his head to Baiyu and Meng Siyu.
"Is your injury okay?"
Meng Siyu glanced around, her eyes involuntarily cold.
After all, she was still a student.
Witnessing this life-risking entertainment for amusement, an instinctive disgust arose in her heart.
"I'm fine, thanks to you intervening, I was able to survive."
The man exhaled deeply, approaching Baiyu.
But just as he took a step.
A blood hole suddenly exploded in his chest, his body flying away like a rag.
Rumbling.
Blood quickly seeped from under his corpse.
White smoke rose from Baiyu's Shark's Kiss Gun, his gaze not on the corpse but on a hooded figure by the ring.
