Shen Cheng fled in defeat.
Once the excitement died down, everyone fell silent.
"Good!"
After a moment of silence, a loud roar suddenly erupted.
Kong Lin's face was flushed with excitement, and his eyes blazed with brilliance. "A good fight! A splendid fight!"
He slapped Shi Potian's shoulder vigorously and laughed heartily. "Good lad. Not bad at all. Who taught you all these skills?"
"Instructor Lin."
Shi Potian answered honestly. He was somewhat unaccustomed to Kong Lin's overwhelming excitement.
"Good!" Kong Lin shouted again before bursting into laughter. He looked around at the crowd and declared, "Did you see that? Did you hear that?"
"This lad was taught by Instructor Lin! Are you all convinced now?"
This question was directed at the Divine Machine Camp.
"We're convinced!"
How could they not be?
If Lin Mu had only produced a talent like Leng Feng, it might have been chalked up to luck. But how could they explain Shi Potian?
