A Buddhist Skill

"Even now…" A few words escaped Yang Jagak's lips as he collapsed to the ground.

A pool of blood formed around him as the cut on his chest kept on bleeding.

"Xiong An is the winner!" The referee announced.

~WOOOO~

The sound of cheers could be heard coming from the crowd, the excitement of the battle surging through them. The sudden change in the personality and styles of the two contestants was good enough to catch their attention and serve as the perfect way to cement the image of the two.

One could imagine that even after losing the match, Yang Jagak's reputation would still be rising. After all, from what they had seen, he was matched with an appropriate contestant. The audience liked when a match was between two similarly matched contestants rather than one overpowering the other entirely.