'It can't be over just like that, can it?'
This was the thought running through everyone's mind.
The crowd of one hundred thousand, which had been a deafening roar just moments ago, fell silent in an instant.
It wasn't that their manners had suddenly improved. The scene before them was simply too bizarre—so bizarre that they hadn't even processed it yet.
Whether from the introductions at the Battle of the Gods or their own knowledge of the two combatants' strengths, everyone was well aware that Hong Yu was clearly the weaker party.
And yet...
The scene before them was just too strange!
Ape Dali, who had clearly held the upper hand and looked as though he could obliterate Hong Yu with a single punch, had simply brushed past his opponent and collapsed, clutching his stomach.
It was completely illogical!
"What the hell is going on?"
"Ape Dali, you coward! Don't tell me you've got diarrhea now of all times! Get up!"
