"Damn it, where did this kid get so much strength?"
Tian Sha almost vomited blood from the punch. He suppressed the roiling qi and blood in his chest, feeling utterly astonished. Wasn't this guy a Swordsman? How could a Swordsman focus on physical strength? It's completely illogical.
Not only Tian Sha, but also the people of the Divine Intent Sect, most of the young elites participating in the Martial World Congress, and the spectating warriors, all found it inconceivable.
Typically, a Swordsman without his sword was about as useless as trash, but Ling Chen was an anomaly.
This guy, even without his sword, was still a freak.
"It seems we worried for nothing."
Shangguan Hong and the other Elders of the Divine Intent Sect exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat helpless. At this moment, his thoughts mirrored everyone else's; they all wanted to curse Ling Chen as a freak.
"Since you can withstand a punch, it seems you're not entirely useless."
