Mei Qiaoer's heart skipped a beat!
That was a power on a level even higher than "aura"!
She had immersed herself in martial arts for over twenty years, and even now, she had only touched the threshold of "aura."
Yet a four-year-old child had already comprehended "intent"?
Even Zhao Wuji, the current Martial Saint of the human race, had only comprehended his own martial intent after breaking through to the Grandmaster realm!
This... this was practically unheard of!
Mei Qiaoer took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her shock, and immediately began using the Mystic Meditation Method.
A gentle wave of spiritual power slowly enveloped Li Mu's sea of consciousness, carefully dispelling the lingering trace of fist intent.
Before long, Li Mu's eyelids fluttered, and he slowly came to.
"I... what..."
He stared blankly at the people gathered around him as his memories began to return.
The piercing crash, the intense pain, and... the helplessness of plunging into darkness in an instant.
He had lost.
From Li Mu's perspective, Chen Yan's punch had been simple and direct, yet impossible to withstand.
His Nine Yang Fire Body and the Crimson True Gang he had always taken pride in had been as fragile as paper before that punch.
The gap in strength had been far too great.
He had lost.
And it was no disgrace.
At that moment, all of Li Mu's pride, anger, and unwillingness turned into a profound sense of powerlessness, along with a trace of... enlightenment.
So there really was always someone stronger out there.
He slowly clutched his still-aching neck. The indentation had now been replaced by a bruise.
With his second-group teammates supporting him, he staggered to his feet.
Then, amid everyone's complicated stares, he walked step by step toward Chen Yan.
"I lost."
Li Mu lowered his