"What the hell are you? You dare act all high and mighty in front of me? Someone like you—if this weren't a martial arts tournament, I could kill you with a single slap!"
Zhu Xiyan stood at the edge of the ring, looking down at Zhang Deyang, who lay on the ground clutching his chest, his qi and blood roiling inside him. She gave a disdainful snort.
Some of the people standing near the ring had heard what Zhang Deyang had just said, as well as Zhu Xiyan's words.
Many Jiangnan University students looked at Zhang Deyang and sneered. "What an idiot. He actually tried to show off in front of Zhu Xiyan. Bet he regrets it now!"
"Exactly. Did this guy even know what he was? He tried to show off in front of Zhu Xiyan. What a complete moron!"
"The best part is, one second he was acting all tough, saying Zhu Xiyan should make the first move so she wouldn't lose her chance to attack—and the next, she knocked him off the ring with one palm strike. The stunned look on his face was hilarious!"
Hearing the students around him mock him, and seeing Zhu Xiyan look down at him with contempt, Zhang Deyang's face flushed crimson with shame and humiliation.
But a loss was a loss. He had nothing to say.
Especially since Zhu Xiyan had crushed him without the slightest suspense. He hadn't been able to resist at all, even though he was unwilling to accept defeat.
But he also knew that Zhu Xiyan's strength far surpassed his own.
This left Zhang Deyang deeply shaken.
Even if he had been careless and underestimated her, the gap was so vast that he hadn't even had time to react before she knocked him off the ring