The head of the Red-Crowned Crane exploded like a smashed watermelon, yet not a speck of blood touched Tang San, as wind force burst forth from him.1

He now firmly grasped the dark longsword that had fallen into his hands.0

In that instant, the arena fell silent. Even the Earth Demon Ox and the female Blue Fox , who had just managed to stagger to their feet, were struck dumb.0

A counter-kill? He actually pulled off a counter-kill? How did he manage that? How is this possible?2

This was the collective thought of pretty much all the spectators. Even Du Bai, who had just exhausted himself using the Purple Demon Eyes, was gaping. Wu Bingji blinked in shock, and Cheng Zicheng collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.0

The counter-kill looked simple; Tang San’s only actions were to grab the incoming sword...0