Ever since the scissor kick, everything had happened too quickly, too bizarrely. Xiao Buping suddenly erupted with terrifying brute force, as if he'd become a different person. Everyone was left dumbfounded, and the arena fell silent.
Iron Maiden went rolling to the edge of the platform, whip and all, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
For a long moment.
The silent Dugu Xiang ordered someone to strike the Copper Gong.
GONG!
"Xiao Buping is the victor!"
The Knights were in an uproar.
The outcome was completely unexpected.
"What on earth happened to Iron Maiden?"
"That Bandit Xiao got lucky!"
Some could see that Iron Maiden's techniques were off; she'd lost her composure and failed to perform at her usual level. They concluded that Xiao Buping had just gotten dog-shit lucky.
But that explanation was instantly met with scorn.
"Luck? Why don't you take a good look inside the ring."
