Who Is the Good-looking One Between Us? Me or Him?

CRASH!

Orffa, who was entirely maimed, was eventually thrown off the stage before he could cry out that he was surrendering. In fact, he did not even have the chance to retaliate during the entire match.

Mo Jiangye calmly unbuttoned his shirt as he gazed down at the half-dead man from above. The energy emanated from him was akin to the energy of the Grim Reaper.

Warm, enthusiastic applause and cheers filled the hall.

Under the audience's watchful eyes, which were filled with horror, awe, envy, and a myriad of other feelings, the man turned around, picked his coat up from the floor, and climbed out of the pit.

"Orffa is in shock. Quick, call an ambulance now!" yelled one of the staff members.

"Master!" Orffa's bodyguards were shocked to find out that their boss had stopped breathing.

"Get an ambulance!"

"B-Boss…" Wany Yiyang stammered out.

"Go back and get examined."