On the platform, Lin Yue lay motionless, the collar of his gray martial arts attire blasted to shreds.
Beneath him, a shocking pool of blood slowly spread across the wooden boards, so dark a red it was nearly black.
The Silver Armor Captain cautiously checked for his breath, a barely perceptible gravity in his movements.
"This—"
Disbelief was written all over Yang Jing's face.
Although Lin Yue was arrogant, there was no denying his strength.
He might not have reached the Peak of Dark Energy, but he wasn't far from it.
Coupled with his natural talent and combat prowess, he was definitely top-tier among the younger generation. Even the Martial Arts Hall's senior disciple, Xu Hong, was no match for him.
But now, this star pupil of the Martial Arts Hall had been defeated in a near-total rout, beaten unconscious and severely injured!
