"Stop! Fang Che wins!"
The two judges urgently sprang into action, "The victory is decided, stop fighting!"
One of them quickly dashed forth, catching Huo Churan, and stuffed an Elixir Pill into his mouth.
Carrying him, they flew back to the platform.
Swoosh, swoosh, two knives fell from the air simultaneously. Huo Churan's knife lay across the platform while Fang Che's knife descended, shearing off the tassel of Huo's knife and standing erect on the platform.
The red tassels fluttered in the wind.
A medical team rushed up immediately, carrying Huo Churan away.
After a quick pulse check, a smile appeared on their faces: "He's fine, still breathing. Fang Che's strikes were quite measured. You can see he was in control!"
Huo Churan was already unconscious, with seven or eight out of ten bones broken, and only a few teeth left in his mouth. His nose bone was smashed, not just fractured but caved in.
It was a picture of extreme misery.
