Caleb Li entered the stage.

Silence...

That was the only thing that permeated the stadium. Everyone held their breath with their eyes widened.

What just happened?!

How did it happen?!

These were the thoughts running through the minds of the audience.

They looked at the Sky Hall disciple lying on the ground in his pool of blood.

The shards of broken ribs protruded through his skin with a mouthful groan. Zhaoran was in such pain that he couldn't even cry.

His lungs had been punctured by the broken ribs, and he bit his tongue in half.

His mind was clouded and his thinking was slow, as if the world was in slow motion.

"Zhaoran!" Chuchua's screamed cut through the still air as she rushed toward him with teary eyes.

Her cry served as a wake-up call for those who were stunned to stupor.

"OH MY GOD!"

"Do you see that punch! It's terrifying!"

"The Sky Hall has finally lost a match."

"I didn't expect them to lose at all."