"Medical staff, quick... medical staff," the referee teacher called out loudly, rushing over to Zhuang Haotian's side. "What's that smell? It stinks! Wang Lan, you didn't do anything to him, did you?"
"No, Teacher. I was very measured in my approach. He might have had an upset stomach, and when I punched him, he accidentally... well, soiled himself."
PUFFT— The referee teacher instantly stood up and took a step back.
"Wang Lan from Senior Three, Class One, wins."
"Successfully completed the first round of the preliminaries for Suzhou City's representative team. Awarded one thousand experience points and thirty skill points," a prompt sounded in his mind.
Wang Lan bowed to thank the referee teacher and turned to walk towards the stands.
Only then did sporadic exclamations of shock begin to erupt from the stands.
"Holy shit! What did I just see? Zhuang Haotian got one-shotted?"
"I swear, I didn't even blink! I didn't even see clearly how Zhuang Haotian fell!"
