The wild winds receded, and the thunderbolts ceased!
The crowd finally came to their senses, their hearts still pounding with fear. They turned their attention to the fighting stage, where only Ye Wushuang remained. As for Chen Kun, he had vanished without a trace, leaving only the faint scent of blood lingering in the air.
"Watch out, or you'll get struck by lightning!"
Everyone recalled Ye Wushuang's warning, their faces darkening. They were utterly speechless. They had thought it was just a joke, but to their disbelief, Chen Kun had actually been struck by lightning. It was too bizarre.
"Xiaoshuang!"
Seeing the calm-faced Ye Wushuang still standing, Ye Rou's tense and worried heart finally settled. In an instant, she shot onto the stage like an arrow and supported Ye Wushuang's body.
"Sister, I'm fine!" Ye Wushuang was taken aback by Ye Rou's sudden appearance, but a gentle smile soon graced his face.
"Wow, he won!"
