The next moment, before he could regain his senses, Yang Fan leaped forward, catching up with Yu Chengdong who was sent flying backward. In mid-air, dozens of rapid, consecutive kicks rang out one after another with dull thuds from above the arena, until with a loud bang, Yu Chengdong, covered in blood and barely alive, lay on the ground, twitching feebly.
Landing back on the platform, Yang Fan did not bother with Yu Chengdong, who was nothing more than cannon fodder and a pawn. He walked over, placed a Heart Protecting Pill into Ling Qingwu's mouth, and carried her off the platform.
"Damn, a hero saving the damsel in distress!"
"Holy shit, that was an instant kill, the champion of the finals just got taken out just like that."
"Since when did Yanjing produce such a character?"
"This guy is totally playing by his own rules, let's see how they wrap this up today."
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