This scene left the three hundred-odd new disciples behind Su Ling'er completely stunned, their minds buzzing.
They stared blankly at [Special Effects Warrior], the man who had just been manifesting the avatar of the Thunder God. Now, he lay in a pool of blood like a dead dog, a massive gash on his chest still emitting black smoke.
'N-No way...? He just... lost?'
'Did my eyes just deceive me? How did that sword, the one as big as a door plank, shatter that Thunder God avatar in a single blow?'
'Is this even possible?! All those flashy, over-the-top moves, and he gets one-shotted by a simple, heavy chop?!'
Then, as they got a clear look at the disciple's "gravely injured and near-death" state, a chill shot up from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads.
'H-He looks kind of... dead! His chest is almost split open! H-How could he be so ruthless in a spar between fellow disciples?!'
