The other spectators, including the Core Students, were completely dumbfounded.
Just moments ago, they had been ready to cheer. Some had even pictured themselves obtaining the Infinite Dragon Sun Pill and advancing to King, and had already thought of names for the cities they would build someday.
But Xia Ping was still standing on the ground. The sight shattered all their fantasies. That infuriating bastard still hadn't been eliminated.
"That move was indeed powerful. It was every bit as strong as Jia Zhijie's Nine-Layer Wave Sword earlier. No wonder he's a genius with the Mermaid Bloodline."
Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back, sounding deeply moved. "I was so close—just a little bit away from being unable to withstand it. If you tried again, I probably wouldn't be able to hold on."
He looked terribly regretful, as if he might collapse and be eliminated at any moment.
Try again?!
Lian Zhengshun's face turned green. He'd spent all his true essence to unleash that move, and had even exhausted the power of his bloodline.
His body was practically an empty shell now, without a trace of strength. He was even weaker than an ordinary person.
So how was he supposed to use that move again? Wasn't Xia Ping asking the impossible?!
"Sorry, it looks like you don't have any strength left. Let me use the power of my final punch to knock you down. That's the respect I owe you." Xia Ping clenched his fist, righteous from head to toe, and let out a skyward roar.
What?!
Lian Zhengshun was going crazy. He didn't have any strength left, so how could this badly injured bastard still have enough for one last punch? Was this a joke?
It felt as if he was the one who'd been badly injured, while