The arena fell into a deathly silence.
The death of Teng Donglang struck everyone with a strong sense of surprise.
Even the Dragon-man youth who had killed Teng Donglang was no exception.
Gazing at the corpse not far away, the Dragon-man youth was filled with a surreal feeling.
At the edge of the dueling field, in the friends and family section,
Lan Zao, Sanda, and the others were all dumbstruck.
In their imagination, the limit was the Dragon-man youth using his Combat Skill to cling to the last thread of opportunity and win with difficulty. They had never considered that the youth would kill Teng Donglang!
"Ah, ah, ah! Ah, ah, ah!" Menshi, so excited he couldn't utter a complete sentence, could only point at Teng Donglang's body, his eyes bulging.
There was someone even more beside themselves with joy, and that was Bu Quan.
Bu Quan had already jumped down from her seat, leaning so close to the Magic Image that she almost wanted to dive in.
"Dead?"
"Teng Donglang is dead!"
