C132 Evil Chu Tianyu
With a resounding "Bang!" Li Zhong was sent flying, crashing to the ground in disarray. His hair was a mess, his face smeared with dust, the very picture of dishevelment.
Everyone's mouths hung open in sheer astonishment. The spectacle before them was utterly staggering—a sixteen-year-old youth had just defeated a Level Eight expert in direct combat
