A series of weary coughs echoed as the smoke within the Training City gradually cleared.
Deputy Instructor Wang Dashan was seen pushing himself up from the ground with one hand. The other arm, which had just executed the Demon Cloud Finger, hung limply at his side. Blood trickled down his arm and dripped from his fingertips. DRIP-DROP, DRIP-DROP. The sound was so oppressive that everyone's hearts seemed to sink with the rhythm.
Clearly, the outcome of the spar was already obvious. Even though Deputy Instructor Wang had broken through his limits to become a Strong Innate Ancient Martial Artist, he was still no match for Chen Fei. From beginning to end, he had been utterly suppressed, his counterattacks seeming flimsy and powerless.
It wasn't just the onlookers who felt this way; Deputy Instructor Wang himself was somewhat stunned. His chubby face, with its perpetually squinting eyes, was turned toward the distant horizon, a sense of profound awe echoing within him.
