Even though the willow tree had already guessed that whatever Lu Chang'sheng was tinkering with wouldn't be that simple,
she definitely didn't expect its power to be this insane.
Sure, she hadn't fully recovered her strength yet and was still kind of restraining herself,
but to make her use seventy percent of her strength just to barely defend—and almost fail at that—just proved how ridiculously outrageous this so-called… hand cannon in Lu Chang'sheng's hand really was.
The willow tree was just about to ask if it was over.
But then Lu Chang'sheng grinned and said, "Still holding up? If you are, there's an even stronger mode."
The willow tree: "..."
Huang Qian: "..."
On this day, they had to rethink everything they knew about Lu Chang'sheng.
What words could they possibly use to describe Lu Chang'sheng… monster? Freak? Genius?
No, none of those seemed even close to enough.
