The atmosphere at the scene was utterly stagnant.
A bald middle-aged white man near the ring stared dumbfounded at the Fierce Tiger, who was foaming at the mouth and unconscious just a few steps away, completely stunned.
A bit further away, a black woman in her late twenties chewing gum paused her actions, as if someone had pressed the pause button.
On the outer edges, several big guys who had been excitedly shouting with beer bottles in hand fell silent in an instant.
Looking around the entire crowd, nearly every single person, whether the two to three thousand people in the hall downstairs or the hundreds in the private boxes on the second floor, was left in shock at this moment.
Why was everyone so astonished?
The reason couldn't be more simple; the Fierce Tiger stood about 1.98 meters tall, his muscles coiled like wrought steel, obviously a formidable fighter at first glance.
