At this moment, he had only advanced two steps.
It seems it was going to stop here; he would be smashed into the floor by the storm-like Regiment Shattering Fist.
The second floor suddenly turned quiet.
The light sound of a laugh erupted within the Hall of Zhao Wen, carrying with it the hint of scorn.
Mo Yu didn’t laugh, she looked at the scene displayed upon the mirror with mixed feelings.
It seemed as if she could see, at the next moment, Chen Chang Sheng’s right shoulder, skin sundered, flesh rent, bones broken, blood flowing, followed by further strikes of Regiment Shattering Fist; then, vomiting blood and collapsing; failing as such and being eliminated from the examination.
She could even see, further off in the future, his desolate back as that youth left Orthodox Academy.
That room within the small dorm, the bedding now cold, no matter how much soothing incense was used, it would no longer contain the scent it once had.
She remembered the words Her Divine Majesty had said to her, suddenly feeling rather remorseful, rather dejected.
A lot of people were thinking in the way Mo Yu was.
That’s right, Chen Chang Sheng had displayed a frightening defence in his first round match.
Yet, Regiment Shattering Fist is Regiment Shattering Fist, even a perfect Purification would not be able to directly block it.