"What?"
These were the last two words Yao Tian uttered in his life.
Even in death, he couldn't understand how he lost.
In past arena battles, there had never been a death. How did it change with him...?
"Unwilling! Uncomprehending!"
Chen Xuan withdrew his hand from Yao Tian's chest, giving him a gentle push.
With a 'bang,' Yao Tian's body fell to the ground, his icy blade clattering down, those eyes staring at Chen Xuan even in death.
He died with eyes wide open.
"Tian'er!"
Yao De's voice was heart-wrenching.
His old hands trembled uncontrollably, staring in disbelief at the arena.
His most promising son, Yao Tian... was dead!
"Impossible, impossible..." At this moment, Yao De had lost his mind, repeating these words incessantly.
Not just him, everyone beneath the arena couldn't believe it.
A wave of shock.
"What?"
"This..."
"It's over..."
"Wasn't Yao Tian wearing the supposedly invincible Purple Armor?"
.....
They thought it was an intense arena battle.
