At the moment he released his grip, Mu Rufeng's hands crossed momentarily, exerting a bit of effort.
Immediately, his opponent began to rotate midair like a spinning top.
When he landed, miraculously, he landed on his feet, and spun several circles on the ground before gradually coming to a stop.
"Ough~!"
The man opened his mouth and started to retch violently.
Luckily, there was no food in his stomach; otherwise, it would have been quite embarrassing if he had vomited.
"You are very skilled," Mu Rufeng said, bowing his hands.
The man paid no attention to Mu Rufeng but sat down on his bottom, his head still spinning, not yet recovered.
"Both sides, return to your teams. Next group."
Mu Rufeng immediately returned to his team.
And the dazed loser also recovered his senses. Though still dizzy, he was well enough to walk.
He stood up and walked towards the team, being guided into the loser's section.
Suddenly, Mu Rufeng noticed something and looked towards the high platform.
