In the stands, Meng Hu sat amid the crowd. In the span of a few breaths, the expression on his face changed from anticipation to shock, then from shock to deathly pallor, and finally from pallor to distortion.
He had made a special trip from the outer sect today just to witness Chen Xuan—the man who had forced him to kneel and kowtow, who had crushed his wrist—being beaten to death by Yang Zhan. Even if Chen Xuan was not killed, he had to be beaten into a cripple.
He had even planned it all out on the way here. Once Chen Xuan became a cripple, he would walk up to him, look down at him from on high, and repay the humiliation he had suffered that day tenfold, a hundredfold.
But now...
"Impossible... impossible... this is impossible..."
Meng Hu muttered to himself, his voice growing sharper and more unhinged.
His hands gripped his knees tightly, his knuckles turning white. Waves of stabbing pain came from his broken right wrist, yet he did not notice them at all.
His eyes were fixed upon the figure lying in a pool of blood on the Martial Arts Arena, his pupils trembling violently.
Yang Zhan.
Yang Zhan, ranked third among the Top Ten New Disciples.
Yang Zhan, at the Fourth Layer of Qi Casting, who cultivated the Top-Tier Technique Giant Spirit True Scripture and had mastered the Top-Tier Martial Skill Eight Extremes Mountain-Shattering Fist.
Defeated by Chen Xuan with a single sword strike.
One sword strike.
He had used only one sword strike.
"Impossible!" Meng Hu abruptly sprang to his feet and screamed as though possessed. "How could Senior Brother Yang lose? He must have been careless! He must have underestimated his enemy! How could that country bumpkin Chen Xuan possibly defeat Senior