"Ha... So that's how it turned out. I never saw that coming."
The shockwaves died down and the dust settled. Jiang Shijie, who had crashed hard into the ground, let out a groan.
His eyes were vacant as he stared blankly up at the sky, as if his soul had drifted out of his body.
All color drained from him, leaving him as pale as spent ash.
The pain in his body was nothing compared to the collapse of his spirit.
"How could this happen!"
Confusion filled the mind of this Seventh Legion elite, and his eyes brimmed with disbelief.
In more than twenty years of smooth sailing, Jiang Shijie had never suffered such a crushing defeat.
He couldn't understand it, much less accept it: a high school student who had only just entered the Professional Level had steamrolled him with overwhelming force, smashing his vaunted Unknowing Profound True Light to pieces in three punches.
Was there really no rhyme or reason beneath the starry sea?
This completely defied the most basic principles of cultivating the Martial Path!
"Cough, cough... Can you tell me how many times your amplification... is?"
Jiang Shijie lay quietly in the deep crater, his scorching breath rising in wisps of white smoke.
After Qin Shi's brutal beatdown, bones throughout his body were fractured, his internal organs were bleeding and displaced, and he was like a porcelain vase dropped to the ground.
The slightest touch might shatter him.
No matter how strong a Professional Level fighter's Life Force was, it couldn't repair near-fatal injuries in an instant.
A brilliant glow covered his mortal body, but it couldn't provide any effective healing. That stubborn, domineering force still remained inside Jiang Shijie, slicing through his Flesh Activity like countless knives and making him frown tightly.
"Tenfold."
Qin Shi