But before he hit the ground, he felt that the right fist he had just stretched out to attack his opponent was tightly clamped by something. He subconsciously opened his eyes and was suddenly shocked to see that Zheng Zizhou's tiger-claw-like palm was still dead.

Clench your fist tightly.

"Ah..." There was a scream, and before he could react from the shock, there was a burst of heartbreaking pain in his right arm. Then Zheng Zizhou's body swayed a few times and he let go of his right arm.

But then there was a severe pain in his left arm, followed closely by his two collarbones, back spine, and two leg bones, which seemed to be separated and falling apart. Even the muscles inside were twisted, and he felt pain all over his body.

He convulsed and passed out without even screaming.

"Yeah! A good fight, this is how it should be!"

"This means that evil people will be punished by evil people!"

The audience cheered, and of course the leader was Zheng Zinuo. Seeing his brother avenge Feng Ziyan, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Split the muscles and cross the bones!" The leader of Haotianmen on the rostrum couldn't sit still anymore when he saw the scene on the high platform. He jumped up from his seat with a swish sound and looked at the leaders around him with a frosty face.

He said angrily, "Everyone, this disciple of your Lingyin Sect is too harsh. The leader of this sect requires that this competition be cancelled, and that Zheng Zizhou cannot advance!"

"Zhang Zhang, what you say makes no sense." Wan Qianjun was also puzzled. Why did Zheng Zizhou, who was usually gentle and elegant, attack so harshly today? But thinking about Luo Hao's ruthless attack on Feng Ziyan in the morning, he

Come to think of it, he should have avenged her.

"When two children are fighting, it's inevitable to be cruel. Just like this morning, didn't your disciple also hit my beloved daughter, Junior Brother Feng? We sat there and didn't say anything, and it was just to divide the muscles.

It's just a broken bone, a little skin injury, it will heal naturally after lying down for ten days and a half, and there are no internal injuries." Wan Qianjun argued.

"Ten days and a half, huh! Let your disciple lie down for ten days and a half. Try it. Such a serious injury has completely exceeded the regulations of the competition. Your disciple will definitely not be able to advance!" Zhang Sect Master is still unwilling to give up.

Luo Hao, who was unconscious on the stage, had already been carried off by his disciples. Zheng Zizhou was standing in the center of the stage waiting for the referee's decision.

"Hmph! The competition stipulates that the opponent cannot be seriously injured, but there is no stipulation on what kind of injury is considered a serious injury. When it comes to serious injuries, I think in the morning game, your disciple attacked my daughter so desperately, and my daughter is still lying in bed.

Being unconscious on the bed, does this count as serious injury?" Feng Qingyun also retorted.

"But your daughter won, what's there to say if she wins?" said the head of the family Zhang.

"Okay, okay." Tao Wuyang said in a timely manner, "There is really no rule about serious injuries or not. Now that such a situation occurs, it is beyond our expectation. How about we vote? Whether Zheng Zizhou can advance depends on us.

The result of the vote, right?”

Tao Wuyang was so virtuous and respected that even the sect leaders of the other three major sects admired him very much. It could be said that he spoke without any favoritism and was completely from a public perspective. Everyone nodded in agreement.
Chapter completed!