Tian Hai Ya Er fell on the edge of the stage, his right hand was entirely fragmented. Between the fingers blood was everywhere.
His face was as pale as snow. Inside his pupil was full of fear and surprise.
He didn’t even know what happened, before he lost, completely lost.
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On the trees at night, suddenly there were chirping of cicadas.
This was night in the summer, it’s impossible to be quiet.
Yet the surrounding of the stone platform was like a snowless winter night, had all been silent.
Then as if snow melted.
Di Da, Di Da.
Blood dropped down from that little fist, dropped on the ground.