That year, on the Pamir Plateau, I kicked a Great Grandmaster to death with one kick! Wang Xuan felt that if he had successfully retired into obscurity by now, he could write his biography like that.
Unfortunately, that was completely unrealistic.
Under everyone's gaze, a young man barely in his twenties had kicked Xia Qing to death alive. It was impossible for him not to attract attention!
Yet this put him under enormous pressure, because he was very clear-headed about what it meant.
Without a doubt, he was now the focus of the entire venue. Not only the people from the New Arts and Old Arts camps—even the Zaibatsu and major organizations aboard those warships in the sky had probably been startled.
In fact, that was exactly the case. The entire venue was watching him. The warships in the sky, the crowds on the ground, men and women alike all looked over, their faces filled with shock as they found it unbelievable.
How old was he? He was so young. Even if Xia Qing had suffered grave injuries, being kicked to death by one kick was still a little absurd!
"Who said Old Arts has no one left? Where did this young man come from? He's fierce." An elderly man spoke while looking at the large screen aboard a distant Super Battleship.
Naturally, someone like him had no lack of true experts at his side. A middle-aged man said, "We still need to watch. Maybe Xia Qing simply couldn't hold on any longer."
Aboard the Super Battleship belonging to the Relevant Department of Old Earth, that deputy remained calm. Sitting there without a word, he stared at Old Chen on the large screen, then looked toward Wang Xuan, saying nothing.
At the scene, everyone in the Old Arts Domain