"What happened? Why did Xia Ping run away?" one spectator asked in confusion. He couldn't understand why Xia Ping had suddenly fled. If he'd lost, he shouldn't have been able to move.
But if he'd won, there was no need to run away, either. With that guy's strength, nobody could stop him.
"Look, Senior Sister Chu is gone, too! It seems that shameless Xia Ping dragged her away." As the clouds of dust gradually cleared, someone noticed that Chu Rong had disappeared as well.
Quite a few people noticed what had happened, and their expressions changed.
"Damn it, why did Xia Ping take Senior Sister Chu away? What is he planning to do?"
"Could that bastard be planning to hurt Senior Sister Chu?"
"But if he managed to take Miss Chu away, that means he beat her. Why would he do something like this?"
Everyone talked among themselves, unable to make sense of it.
"Look, there's a pile of scraps on the ground. Those are pieces of Senior Sister Chu's clothes! I'd recognize them even if I were reduced to ashes," a martial hall student cried out, clearly shocked.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Everyone immediately looked over. Sure enough, a pile of scraps lay on the ground, apparently torn into strips by a powerful force. They were scattered everywhere.
Cracks had even appeared across the ground. The hard marble floor had been damaged like this—just imagine how fierce the battle must have been, and how terrifying its destructive power.
"I remember now."
Suddenly, someone's expression changed. "When that bastard Xia Ping grabbed Miss Chu and ran off, I only caught a glimpse, but I think Miss Chu wasn't wearing any clothes. Xia Ping was holding her in his arms. At the time, I thought I'd imagined it. I didn't realize it