"We won!"
"It's over!"
On the other side, the many Zhang Family disciples were beside themselves with excitement. Some had even started cheering in celebration ahead of time.
Only Huang Hui still stood there with a faint smile, clearly full of confidence in Lu Yuan's strength.
That day, Cao Yang's spear thrust had been even faster than Thunder Hand's.
Yet it hadn't so much as grazed Lu Yuan.
This time, there would surely be no surprises either.
Sure enough, facing Ba Hu's attack, Lu Yuan merely took a half-step back, as calmly as if nothing were happening.
The next moment, a blade flashed.
"Something's wrong! Fall back!"
Ba Hu's face changed dramatically. A chill shot straight up to his crown.
He didn't dare hesitate for even a moment and tried to pull back.
But the blade's flash was blinding; a cold gleam swept past.
"Drip... drip... drip..."
To everyone's utter horror, drops of blood pattered onto the ground.
And falling along with them was an entire arm.
"Ah..."
Ba Hu's anguished, shrill scream rang through the whole space.
"He... he cut off Thunder Hand Ba Hu's arm with a single slash!"
Everyone was left completely stunned, their eyes full of horror.
"Good... very good, Master Huang. You truly found the right person!"
Zheng Shuang was overjoyed and couldn't help clapping.
"His strength... seems to have improved again!"
Huang Hui was also frozen in place, his face filled with shock.
A rather absurd thought even crossed his mind: could Lu Yuan have already reached the ninth rank?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible. That was far too absurd!
It had only been a little over ten days. How could he possibly have reached the ninth rank?
Even if Lu Yuan truly was a once-in-a-century genius with extraordinary bones, and had a treasured medicine like