Li Ling simply kicked the corpse away and casually walked off the stage.
Everyone else remained silent, not passing any comments as they numbly glanced at the dead body that had been one of the top eight, a named talent with significant future accomplishments had he been allowed to grow, and a future member of the middle layer as a Core Disciple.
For a few seconds, the entire stadium seemed to forget how to breathe.
The lower disciples—those who had been screaming "kill!!" the loudest mere minutes ago—now sat with pale faces and dry mouths, realizing that this wasn't a simple bout anymore.
This was the extreme of hardcore, where a person they had watched rise through each challenge, began to hate or admire him for his nature and choices, had just been erased with the indifference of a human stepping on an insect.
Even the most bloodthirsty spectators couldn't immediately find the right sound to make.
