Seeing that her opponent didn't seem aggressive or particularly resentful toward her, Zhang Yue finally found the courage to speak. After all, she knew that Yun Feng was the real deal.
"Errr... I don't mind losing, but... could you... could you please not hit me in the face?"
"Fine. I can do that," Yun Feng replied.
"Oh! Thanks..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Yun Feng suddenly vanished.
Then... a short, sharp pain struck the back of her neck, and her consciousness faded into darkness.
The moment Zhang Yue fell, the audience erupted in mixed reactions. Some laughed in satisfaction, while others were still trying to process what had happened because everything had occurred too quickly. Meanwhile, some screamed as though they had been burned alive.
"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrggghhhh! MY SPIRIT STONES, YOU BASTARRRRD!!"
The scream rang out like the agonized wail of an evil spirit that had been yeeted into a cathedral and burned alive.
