East Region Saint City
Editor: Transn
To think Zi Hansha would actually lose this tragically.
The genius students of the School of the Martial Market of South Cloud Commandery looked at each other in dismay. Feeling a chill creeping on them, they involuntary took a step back.
Zi Hansha looked as if he had suffered a bad fall, but in reality, he wasn't injured.
Zhang Ruochen's strike had been well-controlled and accurate. He didn't want to hurt anyone.
Though Zi Hansha wasn't injured, he had lost all his face. Staring at Zhang Ruochen with an icy gaze, he slammed his palm on the deck. He used the strength from the rebound of his Genuine Qi to make a flip, ready to battle Zhang Ruochen again.
"Hansha, you've already lost. Back down!"
He Yunlou, dressed in his golden robe, wore an expression of anger as he spat out a mouthful of Genuine Qi. He had his hands behind his back. No one knew when he had come to the deck.
SWOOSH!