Dead silence.
It was like the absolute, heart-pounding silence ten thousand meters below the ocean's surface, a stillness unchanged for eons.
Everyone stared, stunned, like ducks with their necks wrung. They watched the young man on the stage slowly retract his spear and stand tall, and they watched Feng Ruyun's form dissolve into a shower of light, his expression a mixture of bewilderment and bitterness before he vanished.
Their minds went blank.
What had they just seen?
A… one-sided, utterly predictable… downright bullying… beatdown.
Feng Ruyun, one of the top experts among the third-years, master of a Double Perfection Killing Technique, with a life force index that had long surpassed the 30.0 mark… had faced the former newcomer king, who had only been back for three days. And yet, he hadn't managed to land a single decent counterattack.
This completely overturned their understanding of the very concept of "strength."
The dead silence lasted for a long half-minute.
