In the distance, Qin Liuyuan clutched his War Bow, his face full of shock.
In truth, he hadn't been able to see much of the fight just now. In the blink of an eye, it was already over.
Was this what a Martial Master was like?
He was just too strong!
He'd thought he wasn't far from becoming a Martial Master himself.
After taking divine blood twice, the strength in his arms had already reached 880 kilograms. He was already a peak Great Martial Artist, but only now did he realize that facing a true Martial Master was like a child facing an adult. They weren't even on the same level!
Chen Shouyi stood atop the ferocious beast's head, panting heavily. His clothes and Protective Suit were in tatters, and wisps of steam rose from his hair. In the blazing heat of midday, one could imagine just how high his body temperature had climbed during the fierce exertion.
"Clatter."
A rifle slipped from a soldier's hands and fell to the ground. He hurriedly bent down to pick it up, his face flushed red.
The abrupt sound brought Chen Shouyi back to his senses, too.
He reached out and drew his sword, then leaped down from the beast's head.
As if time had begun flowing again, everyone finally came to their senses. The atmosphere grew lively, and cheers rang out in the distance. Everyone shouted excitedly, casting awed glances in his direction from time to time.
But Chen Shouyi felt little excitement. Instead, he fell somewhat silent.
Of the ten soldiers assigned to the autocannon, two had died, including the gunner, and three more were seriously injured. They'd all been struck by flying parts from the autocannon. The remaining soldiers had blood running from their ears; evidently, they'd been deafened by