Silence.
Every single one of them of the bystanders watched in absolute silence at what had just happened in the arena.
"What...the hell?"
"It's over?"
"In an instant?"
In the stands under the arena, the remaining participants, the supposed strongest and most talented people in the region, felt a primal chill crawl up their spines.
Of course, Ling Luochen and Shangguan Mu'er were more in awe than afraid.
They stared with wide, unblinking eyes at the central arena, their breath catching in their throats.
There, in the center of the grey stone stage, Shen Haoran stood with the effortless posture of a scholar.
His robes hadn't even been ruffled by the wind of the giant's charge, and in his right hand, he held the severed head of the muscular giant, Nuo.
The giant's face was frozen in a mask of terminal confusion, his mouth still mid-syllable as if he were trying to finish his introduction, or his roar.
