This was the proverbial case of knowing one's own affairs best.
With a single Earthquake Vibration Fist, Chen Ping had punched away the fighting spirit of everyone from Tianling Academy in the Soul Fighting Arena, sent the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy spectators howling like ghosts and wolves, and made every member of the audience draw a sharp breath, as though he were already invincible in this tournament.
But if that were really the case, why did Chen Ping still have both hands in his pockets after the smoke slowly cleared?
To the spectators, Chen Ping keeping his hands in his pockets was merely a display of aloof pride-or, more bluntly, showing off.
But Chen Ping knew he really was not showing off. He was afraid someone would discover that he had accidentally shattered the bones in his own arm with that punch.
At that moment, the bones in Chen Ping's hand and arm were all broken. They might not have suffered comminuted fractures, but they had at least broken into several pieces.
Besides being afraid someone would notice, there was another reason he kept both hands in his pockets: his other hand had already taken out the Living Being Carving Knife, and he was furiously drawing on the life force inside it to mend his broken arm.
One punch, and he had hurt himself before hurting the enemy, breaking his own arm with the recoil. That was pretty fucking extraordinary too.
The spectators saw Chen Ping's sunny, cheerful smile take on a few traces of a savage grin and thought he must be a little psychotic.
Only Chen Ping understood that it was from the pain!
Anyone whose arm bones and finger bones had been broken into several pieces, yet still had to pretend to be utterly unruffled,