"Won?"
The giant under the stage seemed to have crashed, his massive body slackened. He clearly took a step forward, reaching the front of the arena, laughing with great excitement.
The next moment, he returned to his original position, looking doubtful, "Really won?"
Then he appeared again in front of the arena, laughing repeatedly, "Good, good, good!"
He repeated this several times before stopping, and finally, the giant's expression was neither doubtful nor excited; he just stared at Li Ming on the stage.
On the stage, the gray mist churned, and everyone present blinked furiously.
But ultimately found that the gray mist was just fading away, leaving them a bit disappointed.
Li Ming won just like that; it really made it hard for them to accept.
Or rather, anyone other than themselves winning would be met with hostility, as it not only represented that the opponent had completely surpassed them to some extent but would also gain something unknown.
