"He has to be injured this time!" Dustin Du sneered. On the other side of the stage, the Santos Family and others were secretly delighted, convinced that Evan Yang was doomed.
Tanner Shaw and the others were shocked and rushed forward. Landon Lynn's expression changed dramatically, just about to step onto the stage when Ronald Santos spoke up: "Patriarch Lynn, the match isn't over yet. What are you doing?"
The crowd who had been about to rush over were stopped by Ronald Santos.
"Move aside!" Landon Lynn snorted coldly.
"Oh, Patriarch Lynn, do you think this is your Lynn Family? This is a tournament." Ronald Santos replied coldly.
Tanner Shaw didn't care about tournaments or not—in his eyes, Evan Yang's safety mattered more than anything. He cursed out loud: "Despicable!"
"You called me despicable? Tanner Shaw, don't blame me for not warning you!" Ronald Santos, insulted in public, had to restore his dignity.
The arena was instantly in an uproar. The pill explosion just now was clearly triggered by Exploding Pill Art. At this moment, the formation was filled with mist, and no one could see what was happening inside.
But everyone was convinced Evan Yang was doomed. To be caught so close to a pill blast—even if they didn't know the pill's exact power, the sound and force alone meant that, even if he survived, he would be seriously injured.
The Star Lord, standing to the side, glanced at the Santos, Lynn, and Shaw Families as they started to stir up trouble, and snorted coldly: "What do you think you're doing!"
"Star Lord, there's been no movement inside. Shouldn't we be able to declare the winner now?" Landon Lynn said, his tone implying that the Star Lord was deliberately stalling for time.
The Star Lord had never been questioned like this by those below him, his face full of displeasure. "Just because there's no sound inside doesn't mean the fight's over. As long as we can't see what's happening, there's no way to decide the winner!"
"Star Lord, what if someone's seriously injured in there?" Tanner Shaw almost felt like cursing at the Star Lord's delay.
"What I say goes. Wait a little longer!" The Star Lord snorted coldly. The families on the sidelines waited like spectators enjoying a show, especially the Santos Family, who were secretly delighted.
People in the audience murmured, wondering what was happening between the two inside.
Finally, as the mist slowly faded, everyone was stunned by the scene inside: Dustin Du lay sprawled on the ground, blood pouring from his mouth, his hands battered and mangled, his eyes closed in unconsciousness—he was barely alive.
"What—?" The entire arena held its breath. Only Evan Yang stood there, calmly clapping his hands and saying, "Alright, it's over."
Dustin Du struggled to open his mouth, "You—" Then he lost consciousness again.
No one present knew what had happened inside to overturn the outcome so dramatically—a Spirit-Wandering Realm cultivator defeating an early Out-of-Body expert.
The Star Lord could barely contain his urge to ask what really happened.