Arena Number Seven.
Blood still stained the platform floor. A middle-aged Official stepped onto the stage, his gaze sweeping over the two contestants. Turning to face the high dais where the chief and other examiners were seated, he announced loudly, "Arena Number Seven, the final match of the fifth round! The winner is Yang Jing of Sun's Martial Arts Hall!"
The moment his voice fell, the crowd below the stage erupted into another round of cheers and excited chatter. Though most of them had never heard of Yang Jing before today, they knew his name now—and would not be forgetting it anytime soon.
Shen Lie grabbed the railing and struggled to his feet. The pain in his chest and the emptiness in his Dantian made him sway with every step.
