Chapter 297: Sudden Incident!
Kou Hongmin's body froze. In front of him was half of Zhao Dong's arm, the other half buried deep within his chest, clutching his beating heart!
"You... no!" Kou Hongmin's lips trembled as he squeezed the words from his throat. "Zhao Dong... spare me... I was wrong..."
For the first time, an expression of pure desperation and terror appeared on Kou Hongmin's face. He was truly scared.
Zhao Dong shook his head and said softly, "You don't realize you were wrong. You're just afraid to die."
"Remember to be a good person in your next life. Go now."
With a soft sigh, Zhao Dong clenched his fist.
SQUELCH!
Kou Hongmin's heart was crushed. His entire body shuddered violently, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth as he went rigid.
THUD!
Kou Hongmin's corpse slowly tipped backward, landing heavily on the ground. His eyes remained wide open, unable to believe, even in death, that he had fallen at the hands of Zhao Dong.
Zhao Dong stood motionless, his expression indescribably calm.
It was over... It was finally over.
The gymnasium fell silent for a moment before a tidal wave of cheers erupted!
"Zhao Dong won! He actually defeated Kou Hongmin!"
"He truly is the number one of East Sea's younger generation! Zhao Dong, you're my god!"
A crowd cheered passionately for Zhao Dong. For years, Hong Wu had committed countless evil deeds in East Sea, and many people were deeply dissatisfied with him. Kou Hongmin was the top-ranked martial artist on East Sea's expert rankings, yet he had become Hong Wu's lackey—an act the crowd could no longer stomach. Seeing Kou Hongmin killed and Zhao Dong victorious made them ecstatic. Thunderous cheers echoed throughout the gymnasium as the crowd went wild.
"So damn satisfying! That son of a bitch Kou Hongmin is finally dead!"
"Yeah! Who could have imagined he'd be killed by a guy in his twenties? Hong Wu's time is probably up now!"
"Hong Wu? Hong Wu is nothing! A new generation always surpasses the old. An old wave like him deserves to die on the damn beach!"
"Go, Zhao Dong! We're with you! From now on, you're the role model for all of us young people in East Sea!"
While the crowd was cheering, Jiang Nianyu, Lin Qingyun, and the other women were already in tears. Just moments ago, their hearts had been clenched in terror during the fight. When they saw Zhao Dong get injured at the end, they had barely restrained themselves from rushing onto the stage.
But now, he had actually won! By defeating Kou Hongmin, Zhao Dong was now the number one expert in East Sea. His potential was limitless! A number one expert in his twenties was destined to make his mark on the world. His future would not be confined to this city. At that moment, Lin Qingyun, Jiang Nianyu, and the others truly understood just how limitless his potential was.
With tears welling in her eyes, Lin Qingyun whispered in her heart, Zhao Dong, you did it... You truly are my man!
Meanwhile, in the stands, Song Zixuan was so excited her pretty face was flushed red, her heart pounding uncontrollably. She had just seen Zhao Dong take a Qi Blood Pill. That was what caused his strength to surge so dramatically! A single Qi Blood Pill was enough to turn the tables on Kou Hongmin. To think that Zhao Dong had given her one of these priceless treasures! What an incredible gesture! Song Zixuan was overwhelmed with shock, emotion, and gratitude.
Nearby, Tang Bing, Tang Xue, and Leng Yue had stars in their eyes. What woman could possibly resist such a handsome and powerful man?
Even Ling Feng felt a surge of emotion. He had always considered himself one of heaven's chosen few, but compared to Zhao Dong, he felt like nothing. Zhao Dong had completely shaken him.
On the stage, however, Cang Yunhao remained silent, his gaze sinister. Seeing Zhao Dong's victory filled him with intense frustration. When he saw how excited Xu Qingyue was, he grew so enraged he wanted to kill someone.
Just then, a loud noise suddenly shattered the atmosphere!
BANG!
The sound came from the VIP stands. Everyone whipped their heads around to see Hong Wu holding a black pistol, its muzzle still smoking.
Down on the stage, a bloody hole appeared in Zhao Dong's chest. He stared blankly in Hong Wu's direction and opened his mouth, but no sound came out before his body collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.
Hong Wu's eyes were bloodshot and ferocious. "Bastard," he snarled, a wicked cackle escaping him. "In the end, you still had to die by my hand!"
The entire gymnasium was stunned into silence for a second before all hell broke loose. Everyone was stupefied. People began to scream and run for the exits while others cried out in shock.
"Zhao Dong's been shot!"
"Hong Wu, that bastard! He used a gun? Stop him! Stop him!" Tang Yuntian, who hadn't anticipated this, shot to his feet and roared.
Instantly, countless men in black suits swarmed out from the surrounding area.
Hong Wu's expression soured. He had forgotten Tang Yuntian was here. With no experts to protect him, he knew he couldn't stay. Hong Wu fired two more shots into the crowd, causing a panic, and used the chaos to slip away with the fleeing people.
"Zhao Dong!" Tears streamed down Jiang Nianyu's face as she ran toward him.
Lin Qingyun was frozen, staring blankly at Zhao Dong's body on the stage as if her soul had been torn from her body. Three seconds later, she finally broke down, sobbing uncontrollably as she stumbled toward him. The others also rushed forward.
On the stage, the bullet had torn a gaping, bloody hole right where Kou Hongmin had already gravely wounded him—a tragic sight. Blood gushed out, unstoppable.
Jiang Nianyu reached him first, her tears flowing freely as she cradled him. "Zhao Dong, wake up!" she sobbed hysterically. "Someone, call an ambulance!"
Lin Qingyun, also in tears, rushed to his side. Seeing her, Jiang Nianyu tearfully and silently laid Zhao Dong back down.
Lin Qingyun looked down at Zhao Dong's pale face and reached out a trembling hand to touch his cheek. The moment her fingers brushed his skin, she broke down completely, collapsing onto his body. "Zhao Dong, wake up... please, wake up..." she wept. "I'm begging you... wake up."
"Quick! Get him to the hospital!" a voice yelled as a team of paramedics rushed onto the stage.
Not daring to waste a second, the paramedics pushed Lin Qingyun and the others aside, carefully lifted Zhao Dong onto a stretcher, and rushed him toward the waiting ambulance.