Chapter 397: Infatuated Qiao Xia 2

Her body had gone rigid, clearly petrified.

At that moment, it was as if someone had pressed the pause button.

The only sound was Johnson's screams.

The blow was so bloody and fierce that everyone was stunned.

The young boy suddenly withdrew his hand, curled his index finger, and struck Johnson's temple hard. Johnson's screams ceased instantly, and like a massive creature, he fell to the ground.

The young boy had won.

It was a bloody, spectacular victory.

Amidst the silence, he stood in the center of the ring and, with elegant grace, gave a gentleman's bow, his hand placed over his chest, drenched in blood.

Qiao Xia was indeed scared but managed to calm down after the initial shock. She was less surprised now. If Johnson didn't die, then it would have been the young boy—people's feelings always lean towards one. Since it was impossible to save both, she hoped the young boy would survive.

The crowd surged out, with some cheering for the young boy.