For several heartbeats, no one could process what their eyes were telling them.
Slowly, Li Tianhao pushed himself up from the ground, his movements stiff and unsteady.
Dust clung to his robes, and his once-proud posture now looked awkward and broken.
A clear, vivid red palm print was already branded across his left cheek, standing out painfully against his pale skin.
His chest heaved violently as rage surged through him.
He opened his mouth, ready to unleash a furious roar that would shake the arena and tear Lin Feng to pieces…
…but then, he froze.
Something fell from his mouth.
Thud.
A tooth from the center of his upper front teeth hit the ground and bounced once before coming to a stop.
The sound itself was soft, almost insignificant, yet in Li Tianhao's ears, it rang louder than thunder.
It echoed like a hammer smashing into his pride, his dignity, and his unshakable belief in his own superiority.
