Lian Chengyu’s mouth showed a trace of contempt. He had undergone the baptism of that brutal murderous surge, and knew deeply of its terror. Even after experiencing endless numbers of real battle, he had nearly been scared out of his wits by that immense murderous intent. Yi Yun was a kid who usually only went up the mountains to pick herbs and dig for food in the mud, how would he able to withstand this extremely real-like murderous surge?
Many people in this world might have the talent, but even with talent, they had to train themselves to slowly release their potential.
What sort of training could Yi Yun have?
Lian Chengyu waited to see Yi Yun suffer a setback. He had just completed an extremely painful task, so seeing someone do it was an inexplicably good feeling.
But, many of a time, things do not go as expected…
Lian Chengyu saw Yi Yun shoot out his short leg and crossed the ten step demarcation line. He did not even pause in his steps.
Just crossing over like that.
Crossing over like that.
Over like that.
Over…
Lian Chengyu was stupendous as his eyes stared like a bugeye goldfish in a fishbowl.
Not only Lian Chengyu, from not far away, Tao Yunxiao had noticed this turn of events and was stunned silly.
How could this be possible!?