Jing Zhuo's body landed, skidding back for dozens of meters. He carved two long furrows into the ground before forcefully digging his feet in, finally bringing himself to a halt.
The crowd's pupils contracted as they watched everything unfold in disbelief.
Jing Zhuo was an expert on the Dragon List! Although he wasn't in the top ten, anyone who made it onto the Dragon List was heaven-defyingly powerful compared to the average person.
Yet, he had been knocked back with a single punch.
Just how strong was that young man?
Instantly, the crowd's gazes shifted to Ye Wushuang, their curiosity piqued. They knew a thing or two about the top experts on the Dragon List, but there was no one by the name of Ye Wushuang among them.
'He's so strong!'
Jing Zhuo stared grimly at Ye Wushuang. Though he wasn't injured, the hand he held behind his back was trembling violently, wracked with a sharp, tearing pain.
