"Senior Brother Li... has he gone mad?!" one disciple gaped, his eyes vacant.
This was a thousand-pound stone block!
Even Qin Feng hadn't dared attempt that on his first try. How could Li Chuan?
Thinking of that, many people looked at him with pity.
The news about conscription must have crushed Senior Brother Li.
Knowing he had no hope of passing the Martial Exam, he had given up on himself.
For a moment, the crowd felt the sorrow of rabbits dying and foxes mourning.
A flicker of regret crossed Liang Hangzhou's face.
Li Chuan had been on the road to a bright future, only to suddenly meet with disaster.
Anyone would have suffered damage to their Dao Heart.
Over at Gan Yun Martial Hall, Wu Yanshu, dressed in blue martial garb, laughed scornfully.
"So this is the Sister Fan who told me to show no mercy if I got the chance?"
He was nothing but a clown, playing to the crowd.
Li Chuan paid no mind to what anyone thought.
Having trained two fighting styles to Major Mastery, how could his strength be something these people could imagine?
He reached out with his right hand and gave the thousand-pound stone block a heft.
"It doesn't seem that heavy..." Li Chuan's eyes flickered.
Although the top fifty in the Martial Exam would all earn the title of Martial Scholar, there was no real advantage to placing higher.
First place wouldn't earn a higher title than fiftieth.
So Li Chuan had no intention of competing for the very top spots. A middle-of-the-road result would do.
That would let him earn the title without drawing too much attention.
But the uncertainty of the second-round Arena battles was too great. He had to get a good enough score in the first round to give