The students were all baffled. Huo Ling'er's eyes were wide with confusion, having no idea what had happened.
Chen Feng looked astonished, while Zhao Hanhai was somewhat surprised. As for Liu Changqing, he merely narrowed his eyes, expressionless.
After an unknown amount of time, applause broke out. Liu Changqing walked forward with a broad smile.
"Damn it, looks really can be deceiving... Who would've thought you were so good at taking shortcuts?"
Zheng Shaoyang and some of the others had instinctively followed Liu Changqing in applauding, but once they sensed something was off, they all stopped.
"Heh, Situ Liu, even if he may have used a trick, you have to admit that his temperament is far beyond ordinary."
Zhao Hanhai came back to his senses and said with a faint smile.
Liu Changqing snorted and could not be bothered to reply.
Seeing everyone's confusion, Chen Feng spoke indifferently. "He was once a heinous death row prisoner, but a year in prison has worn away much of his Essence, Qi, and Spirit. His strength is far below what it was... He also has a fatal weakness. His left leg was crippled when he resisted arrest."
Everyone suddenly understood. Zhou Xiaoguang, in particular, let out a long breath of relief.
As for Zhao Hanhai saying that Shen Qian had good temperament, everyone automatically ignored it.
As for temperament, no one—absolutely no one—thought there was anything wrong with their own.
Shen Qian did not care much about that. He had only wanted to test himself, and so far, the results seemed pretty good.
No matter how weakened Prisoner No. 7 was, his actual strength was still at the First Stage of Elementary Martial Artist. Even knowing his weakness, so what? Could an ordinary Quasi-Martial Artist really exploit it?
They might have the thought,