Wang Zongquan lay motionless on the marble floor. At that moment, it was as if time throughout the entire hall had frozen, leaving behind an indescribable deathly silence.
"How is this possible?!"
"You've got to be kidding! Wang Zongquan actually lost just like that!"
"Is Shi Feng even human?"
As everyone looked at Wang Zongquan lying unconscious on the floor, they simply could not believe it was real. He was an internal-force master, unquestionably someone standing at the pinnacle of Fenglin City, yet he had been effortlessly defeated by Shi Feng—a man who appeared utterly ordinary and gave off no discernible aura or imposing presence whatsoever.
This could not even be called a fight. It had been nothing more than one-sided mockery.
"Wasn't Wang Zongquan supposed to be powerful, considering he made so many experts wary of him before? How did he lose so easily?"
"Could Wang Zongquan have been hired by the Heavenly Combat Training Center to put on an act?"
"Probably. Internal-force masters are incredibly formidable. No matter how capable Shi Feng is, he's still so young—how strong could he possibly be? Besides, it was strange enough for someone like Wang Zongquan to suddenly appear. The Heavenly Combat Training Center must have hired him to throw a fake match and boost its reputation."
Watching Wang Zongquan's effortless defeat, the fighting enthusiasts in the hall suddenly felt as though he had been acting—or rather, that this had been a fixed match from the start.
After all, when Wang Zongquan had fought Fire Dance earlier, they had at least been able to see some of the skill involved.
However, from beginning to end, they could not see anything impressive about the fight between Shi Feng and Wang Zongquan. It felt as though Wang Zongquan had deliberately gone along with