Arthur Stadium was silent for a few seconds, a true silence. As Wu Li turned his back on Charles, walked to the center of the octagon, then turned around and stretched out his hand pointing at Charles, almost everyone present subconsciously opened their mouths wide and held their breath.
At a UFC event, the crowd is always noisy, always full of passion, because experiencing the thrilling sensation of fist against flesh up close is something viewers behind screens can never imagine. Thus the noise at the venue is usually wave upon wave, and this kind of collective loss of voice had never happened before.
One second, two seconds... many in the crowd hazarded a guess at what was to come, but still found it hard to believe until the third second.
Bang!
The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground — Charles had plummeted down.
Everyone on-site was surprised, astonished, shocked, and finally, exhilarated.
Boom!
