Below the arena, Yang Minghui and Yu Weilian, witnessing the scene, were shocked, panic filling their hearts. Ignoring Zi Ling's intimidating presence, they rushed to Lin Chen's side.
Yang Minghui hurriedly reached out to check Lin Chen's pulse and discovered that his heart had stopped beating.
"Dead...dead?"
"Senior Sister, Lin Chen has really been killed by you."
Yang Minghui, realizing Lin Chen had no pulse, immediately started to cry and spoke to Zi Ling.
"Impossible, Junior Brother Lin Chen shouldn't be so fragile. You all get up, let me see."
Zi Ling, hearing Yang Minghui's words, felt panic inside but couldn't believe Lin Chen had died so easily at her hands. She crouched down to examine Lin Chen.
"Alright, stop crying; he's not dead, just knocked out too hard. Just align his breathing, and he'll be fine."
Zi Ling looked at Lin Chen and said calmly, secretly relieved that he wasn't actually dead. It would have been terrible if she had actually killed him.
