Thousand Fish Lake, the Lake Tower!
Silence. A dead silence. A strange, terrifying silence!
The crowd seemed frozen in place, staring motionlessly at the white-robed young man on the fighting ring. Their faces showed nothing but shock—and more shock.
Suddenly, they recalled something Qin Ya had said before he got on the stage.
"The gap in our strength is too vast. There's no need to fight."
They had thought Qin Ya was being arrogant, but now it was clear he hadn't been arrogant at all—he had been completely confident. The arrogant ones, it turned out, were them!
One palm. A single palm strike had sent Lu Chen flying into the lake. Such combat prowess was simply terrifying. The very thought of it was unbelievable.
"Am I seeing things?" someone gulped, licking their dry lips as they spoke in disbelief. "Lu Chen was sent flying by a single palm strike."
"I think... it's real."
BOOM! The silence shattered, replaced by a deafening uproar of discussion.
