After a burst of commotion, Shi Wenshan led the Songfeng Martial Arts School disciples away, carrying Qu Yaohui as they rushed toward Qing Nang Hall.
Everyone present's pupils contracted sharply, the glint in their eyes flashing and vanishing in an instant.
Without even leaving behind a harsh word, Shi Wenshan hurried off to Qing Nang Hall.
Though Qu Yaohui had not been crippled, he was not far from it.
Songfeng Martial Arts School had suffered grievous losses this time. First Gao Sheng had been crippled; if Qu Yaohui's severe injuries left behind lasting damage, they would truly have no successors left.
"Chen Qing... was actually this formidable? Qu Yaohui had already reached Transformation Force two years ago!"
"Qu Yaohui became Chen Qing's stepping stone?"
The chatter surged like a tide.
Everyone present was astonished. Even the Transformation Force experts looked at Chen Qing differently now.
The Zhou Academy disciples felt as though they had woken from a dream.
Qu Yaohui was a long-renowned Transformation Force expert, yet Senior Brother Chen Qing had beaten him until his life and death were unknown?
Deng Feihu, who had remained silent all along, slowly opened his eyes. His gaze settled on Chen Qing as he said, "Master Zhou, you took in a fine disciple."
Zhou Liang first felt a wave of gratification, then modestly added, "Hall Master Deng flatters him. In a fistfight sparring match, when life and death are at stake, it is half strength and half luck."
Deng Feihu said nothing further.
The expressions of Wu Peng and Cao Tieshan, the two witnesses, shifted uncertainly, but they quickly returned to normal.
"Cough." Wu Peng coughed heavily, his voice suppressing the clamor across the venue.
His face was solemn as iron as he said in a deep voice, "Fists and kicks have no