His figure broke through the sand; his dark coloured uniform leaving behind a clear afterimage, looking akin to a Black Dragon.
Cries of alarm that could no longer be repressed by the Li Palace clergy, erupted from the second floor.
The cries were quickly drowned out by an even shriller, or perhaps, mournful sounding howl.
This was because Chen Chang Sheng’s speed was too fast, his body grinded against the air; as if the very air itself was being split apart, it let out a sound that was very similar to that of a Dragon Roar.
In an instant, he closed in before Liu Chong Shan.
Liu Chong Shan didn’t have a reaction, he didn’t even have time to think; even his mouth, which was in the motions of dropping due to his shock had only managed to reach the state of being half open.
Chen Chang Sheng’s fist had already landed upon the umbrella.
That umbrella let out countless rays of light, emitting a powerful aura.
In the next moment, the umbrella’s light instantly faded, returning to being dull and lifeless.
That’s because the powerful aura was forcibly suppressed by an even greater, even purer energy.
That powerful energy came from Chen Chang Sheng’s fist.
With a single sound, the umbrella flew away alongside the gale of Chen Chang Sheng’s fist.
His fist continued advancing, squarely landing upon Liu Chong Shan’s chest.
With a loud bang, Liu Chong Shan’s body sprung up like a boulder, flying out tens of metres and smashing into the sturdy tower wall.
That stone wall had an extremely faint crack.
Previously, Xuan Yuan Po had sent the disciple from Huang Shan Valley flying with a single punch; that person had smashed into that spot.
Right now, Liu Chong Shan had smashed into the exact same spot.
In the same way, it had only taken a single punch.
Liu Chong Shan spewed out blood as he fainted.
From the start of the match, he had only said a single word to Chen Chang Sheng derisorily: “Come.”
Therefore, Chen Chang Sheng came.
Then, he had fallen.
From start to finish, he had only said that one word.
He hadn’t even time to let out a single move.
The Tower of Purging Dust was dead silent.
Chen Chang Sheng withdrew his fist, standing straight, he then looked towards the second floor.
The clergy who had been shocked into a daze met his stare, bringing them back to their senses, they rushed down to give treatment.
The clergyman who was presiding over the matches walked before Chen Chang Sheng, wanting to ask something, in the end, they didn’t say anything.
Chen Chang Sheng had a calm expression as he did a formal gesture towards the clergyman before turning around and leaving the tower.
Staring at his fading back, that clergyman struggled to settle himself, thinking: “why are the students of Orthodox Academy all… so simple and violent?”