It wasn't just the official livestream. Across the internet, major streamers replayed the footage in slow motion and analyzed it, all stunned by Meng Chuan's explosive power.
In one livestream, an old Grandmaster left in a hurry, his face ashen.
His beloved disciple, Rising Dragon Fist Heng Chong, had been brimming with fighting spirit earlier. He had long since slunk off to the preparation area with his tail between his legs...
After the match, Meng Chuan's diehard fans sent another ten million in tips. Everyone else had lost even the urge to donate.
The viewers just wanted the Overlord Challenge Tournament to hurry up and end.
After all, they could guess the result of every match. What was there left to watch?
In the arena, the spectators saw the same result yet again: the fight ended in the blink of an eye. Boos swept through the stands.
A man in the corner pushed up his sunglasses, a trace of helplessness showing in his eyes.
He was Wu Hong's master, Mysterious Evil Mountain Lord Shang Ruyi.
Shang Ruyi fixed his tiger-like eyes on Meng Chuan. Much lay hidden deep in his gaze.
Even after analyzing the match, Shang Ruyi still found Meng Chuan's astonishing rate of progress hard to believe.
But the facts were right before him. He could only accept them. "The gap between Hong'er and this kid is simply too wide..."
To borrow an example from the boxing matches ordinary people loved, the two weren't even in the same weight class.
Yet Shang Ruyi knew Wu Hong had worked hard.
His disciple wasn't lacking. Meng Chuan was simply too monstrous!
Behind his sunglasses, Shang Ruyi gave a helpless smile. "This is ridiculous... Even if I stepped in myself, I'm afraid I couldn't do anything to this kid without using