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.
Prince Chen Liu remained quiet without saying anything, rather angry at why hadn’t Chen Chang Sheng drawn his sword at the start of the match.
Xu Shi Ji continued to remain expressionless, his status was currently a bit awkward, seeing Chen Chang Sheng’s defeat, it would be improper for him to display any sort of reaction.
Everyone thought that Chen Chang Sheng would be badly injured by the Regiment Shattering Fist.
Yet, at the next moment, a miraculous image appeared from within the Tower of Purging Dust.
The Regiment Shattering Fist fell upon Chen Chang Sheng’s right shoulder, his uniform instantly split and blood vaguely appeared.
Yet, it was only a momentary hint, quickly returning to normal.
A faint popping sound could be heard resounding from his shoulder.
That blow from the Regiment Shattering Fist… dissipated like smoke, wisping away with the wind.
Such a horrifying punch couldn’t even make him bleed.
How was this something that would split the air like a falling cliff; something that could split the earth and terrify forest birds?
This was a breeze brushing across a hill.
That blow from the Regiment Shattering Fist was naught but a tickle for Chen Chang Sheng.
Huo Guang’s expression immediately changed.
Cries of exclamation were emitted from the second floor continuously.
The Hall of Zhao Wen was dead silent.
At this moment, Chen Chang Sheng’s left foot landed upon the ground.
He continued forwards, sweeping towards Huo Guang who was opposite.
His movements looked so ungainly.