Cheng Shi stood still, a triumphant smile on his lips. He had put quite a bit of force into that strike just now, which had landed perfectly on Zhang Xiaohua's hand. Judging from the expression on his face earlier, he must have been seriously injured. Ha! With both hands injured, Cheng Shi was eager to see how he would cope.
As he continued, he spun around and swung his staff once more for a powerful attack. Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaohua was just standing there with his hands tucked in, smiling and not budging. Cheng Shi was bewildered; his staff was already swinging through the air, did Zhang not have any fear? At that moment, Elder Steward Lei shouted: "Stop! Cheng Shi of the Pill Division has crossed the boundary line. The winner of this round is Ren Xiaoyao of the Grass Division!"