The instant He Jun shouted that he surrendered, the entire grassland shuddered. The energy warped, and Xia Ping immediately felt a gentle force envelop him, leaving him unable to move.
In the blink of an eye, the grassland vanished and everything returned to normal, revealing a spacious training hall. The huge pit in the ground had disappeared, replaced by a concrete floor.
The two were separated.
With a thud, He Jun lay motionless on the concrete floor, a hint of relief at surviving the ordeal in his eyes. Beside him lay a piece of black scrap metal, apparently what remained of his longsword.
"He Jun has surrendered. Desolate wins the match by default!" A mechanical voice rang out around the training hall.
Beep!
The moment the result was announced, Xia Ping received four hundred million Federal Coins in his Black Moon Tower account. The transaction was incredibly fast, and He Jun had naturally lost four hundred million as well.
"No way. He Jun actually lost?"
"He's a mighty Second Heaven of Martial Artist Realm expert, and he still couldn't beat this kid?!"
"He didn't just lose. He couldn't fight back at all. One move was all it took to beat He Jun like a dead dog. Even his longsword was reduced to scrap metal. That kind of power is terrifying."
"It really is terrifying. Is this actually the strength of a First Heaven of Martial Artist Realm expert? Where did that power come from?"
"One punch, and it was like a violent ape had descended upon the world. His force was so domineering that it could destroy anything. No ordinary person could withstand it."
"That martial technique has reached the point of perfection. No one but a grandmaster could pull it off."
"So the kid wasn't lying earlier. He really