For the remaining examinees at the match grounds, their expressions became extremely unsightly, especially for those who had mocked Chen Chang Sheng incessantly at the divine avenue some days ago, those students of Temple Seminary and Li Palace College.
That young junior from Holy Maiden Peak, Ye Xiao Lian, was especially shocked, to the point of not knowing what she could say.
From the woodlands, there suddenly erupted chaotic bawls.
Tang Thirty-Six, Luo Luo and Xuan Yuan Po ran towards the front of the tower.
After arriving at the tower and confirming the result of the match, Tang Thirty-Six remained silent for a moment, then started laughing boisterously. While he was laughing, he intentionally strut out his waist with his hands, gazing at those examinees below who had previous mocked Chen Chang Sheng, with his laughter being remarkably arrogant; because he really did feel very exultant, very proud.
Xuan Yuan was similarly also very excited, exuberant to the point of being gobsmacked, his face was dyed red, with his stubble seemingly wanting to pierce through his skin and sprout out. He raised his pot-sized fist towards Chen Chang Sheng’s chest, whom was lying on the stretcher, to bump upon it.
Chen Chang Sheng was currently suffering from heavy injuries, if he were to take such a blow, what kind of result will it have?
Luckily, Xuan Yuan Po’s fist was blocked by a small hand – Luo Luo crouched by the side of the stretcher and retracted her left hand; seeing Chen Chang Sheng, alongside his pallid face and blood covered body, her face was etched with worry.
“I promised myself and all of you that I will definitely win.”
Chen Chang Sheng grasped her right hand, looked at her and said: “I’ve won.”
When saying those words, the edge of his lips were raised very high; his smile very oafish.