Seeing Ling Chen fall outside the boundary of the arena, everyone's heart finally sank with him.
Ling Chen was out, and the martial arts competition was finally over. Although Ling Chen lost, the looks in people's eyes were filled with appreciation. For a mere practitioner on the Dragon List to endure for so long against Wang Hao was no easy feat.
Indeed worthy of being Su He's disciple, it was indeed remarkable. If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't have lasted half as long.
"Ling Cheng!"
"Ling Chen!"
At this moment, porridge girl and Qiu Yong and others hurried over, helping Ling Chen up from the ground. Seeing his pale face and his breath weak as threads, porridge girl's beautiful eyes brimmed with crystalline tears, hurt by the situation, her little hand gently stroking Ling Chen's cheek, she chided him with concern, "You're too stubborn, you should have conceded earlier. Why push yourself to this extent?"
