The atmosphere in Group One was so tense it seemed ready to drip.
After Hou Ze's defeat, the numbers on both sides stood at five to five.
But that number seemed so bleak now. Li Mu was still standing on the other side, while their side...
"I'll go!"
A tall boy with a resolute face gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and stepped forward.
He was currently the strongest student in Group One apart from Hou Ze. His name was Shi Han.
He knew full well that he was no match for Li Mu. But as a martial artist—and even more as a prodigy—he had a dignity he would not allow to be trampled.
"If we're going to lose, we'll lose charging forward!"
But the gap between them was brutally clear.
Shi Han's Mountain Opening Fist, fierce and peerless, was like snow colliding with a blazing sun. All its force melted and evaporated before that scorching pure Yang energy.
Twenty moves, at most.
In just twenty moves, Li Mu's hand chop broke through his punching momentum and slammed into his shoulder blade.
Shi Han's qi and blood instantly scattered. With a muffled groan, he tumbled off the platform in a sorry heap.
Li Mu hadn't even adjusted his breathing. Scarlet True Qi circulated faintly around him.
"Next!" His voice rang like a bell as his scorching gaze swept over the remaining members of Group One, his fighting spirit soaring.
The students of Group One turned pale, a feeling of helplessness rising in their hearts.
He was too strong. This wasn't even a contest between equals.
"I'll go!"
Another student stepped forward. His name was Zhao Xun, and he was known for his nimble footwork.
Taking a lesson from Shi Han, he avoided a head-on clash. The moment he stepped