Lin Ming Watches the Show

Lin Ming Watches the Show...

As the smoke and dust atop the city wall gradually dispersed, it revealed a shocking humanoid crater riddled with cracks.

General Feng Wu struggled out of the pile of rubble. She looked utterly miserable—completely bedraggled.

Her once-gorgeous crimson armor was covered in spiderweb-like cracks and dents, damaged in many places and exposing bruised, swollen skin streaked with blood beneath it.

Her once-cold yet stunningly beautiful face, enough to captivate countless people, was now battered beyond recognition. Her lips were split, and blood dripped from her chin, staining the front of her clothes.

One of her eyes had swollen into a mere slit. Her hair was a tangled mess like a bird's nest, covered in dust and blood. Where was the dignity of a Three-Star General, or the grace of an unparalleled beauty?

Tuoba Xiong had shown absolutely no mercy. Every punch and kick had landed solidly, each attack carrying terrifying force. He had beaten Feng Wu so badly that even her own mother might not have recognized her.

Feng Wu staggered upright and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, seemingly mixed with half a loosened tooth. Her eyes were filled with humiliation, rage, and a trace of undisguised lingering fear.

She had finally learned her lesson. Thoroughly.

She painfully realized just how enormous the gap was between herself and the genius on the Microcosm Ranking before her—a gap as impossible to cross as a heavenly chasm.

Tuoba Xiong had not even used his hands. Relying solely on speed and raw physical strength, he had toyed with her, a Three-Star General at the Fourth Layer of the Tenth Tier, as if she were a child, trampling her at will. Such terrifying strength had far surpassed the limits of her understanding.

General Scarlet Flame hurried forward