บท 972: Extreme Contrast

It was impossible to know the reactions of those who were watching the live broadcast, but the audience present was as silent as a grave.

Most of the audience had been watching this match closely, so what they saw was the two characters meeting and then Sun Zheping's Another Summer of Sleep attacking, attacking, attacking and then his opponent died.

Did Fang Daxu's Knight even use any skills?

Everyone's memory of it seemed almost blurred. Even if skills had been used, they didn't seem to have done anything, buried amongst Another Summer of Sleep's attacks.

One minute and seventeen seconds...

This was the amount of time the first Individual competition had taken. It wasn't until the statistics were shown that the audience went mad.