When Qin Feng walked off the tournament stage from the round of 64, the entire Qiming Sports Center was still shrouded in an eerie silence.
The aftershock of that Thousand Soldiers' Evasion still seemed to hang over everyone's hearts.
The air was filled with the faint, scorched scent of dissipated energy, and a collective emotion—shock—so thick it was almost tangible.
All eyes involuntarily followed the steady-paced young man, who carried a Long Spear.
His expression was as calm as still water, as if he hadn't just finished an earth-shattering, bloody battle where he crippled a top contender with a single move, but had simply ended a perfectly ordinary training session.
This stark contrast between his ultimate power and his ultimate composure was, in fact, more intimidating than any flamboyant display.
A deathly silence hung over the seats of Golden Dragon Martial High School.
