SMACK!!
An exceptionally crisp and clear sound echoed from the arena, spreading across the entire Peak of the Holy Mark. At that moment, everyone froze in place, their eyes wide as they stared at Arena Number One without even blinking.
"You…"
Guo Zijie stared at Mu Chen in disbelief, his right hand clamped tightly over his cheek. A trickle of red slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth, forming a crimson drop that fell into his palm. He looked down at the blood, his gaze flickering, and the wicked smile on his face instantly collapsed. He raised his eyes, his glare turning ice-cold as he looked at Mu Chen.
"You dare hit me!"
Mu Chen sneered. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he once again raised his right hand and swung it forcefully!
SMACK!
Another exceptionally crisp and clear sound rang out from the arena. This time, everyone at the Peak of the Holy Mark saw it perfectly clearly: Mu Chen had, in fact, slapped Guo Zijie across the face!
