When the dust on the arena settled and the scene came into view, the entire G Camp training grounds fell deathly silent.
Over a hundred pairs of eyes locked onto Chen Sheng, their faces a swirling mixture of shock, horror, trepidation, and utter disbelief.
The previous looks of doubt, of detached observation, of schadenfreude—all had vanished, replaced by a deep and genuine awe.
Peacekeeper Envoy Lu Cheng involuntarily took a sharp breath, trying to calm his violently pounding heart. His expression was graver than ever before, tinged with a hint of lingering fear.
In truth, from the moment Zhan Fusheng had exhausted every trick up his sleeve yet failed to breach Chen Sheng's Protective True Qi, Lu Cheng had considered the possibility of Chen Sheng's victory. But he had never imagined it would be such a one-sided, utterly crushing defeat.
