Above the martial arts arena's dome, Jiang Zhan and Bai Wanli stood frozen. They did not even notice the tea spilling onto their pant legs.
Suddenly, both turned to Mo Jiyang and said in unison,
"Old Mo, you fucking knew Chen Yu had reached the Firstfold Limit Break all along, didn't you?!"
"Ah, it's only a mere Limit Break. He can't compare to the talents under your command." Mo Jiyang waved a hand, but the smile on his face grew increasingly smug.
In the end, he could no longer hold it in. "Hahaha, all that patience was worth it. This feels incredible!"
"It feels so damn incredible!"
Seeing the stunned expressions on Jiang Zhan and Bai Wanli's faces, Mo Jiyang had never felt so refreshed.
At that moment, he even felt his thoughts become clear, and his martial arts insights seemed to sharpen by several degrees.
The satisfaction of building something up for so long before unleashing it at the final moment was simply incomparable.
"Damn it, I thought you were the pitiful one. Turns out you were the one hiding the deepest!" Jiang Zhan cursed under his breath.
Crack!
Bai Wanli directly crushed the teacup in his hand and cursed in a low voice as well. "The old saying was right. Pitiful people must have something hateful about them!"
Both of them felt like utter fools. They had actually sympathized with and comforted Mo Jiyang just now!
In the end, they were the clowns!
"What's going on?" Fan Mubai, who had only just arrived, looked at the three men acting crazily and was somewhat baffled.
It was only the Firstfold Limit Break. What was so surprising about it?
Didn't Crimson Radiance Star produce a few Limit-Breaking Prodigies every year? Was this really worth such shock?
"Ah, you don't understand."