At that moment, every competing team had only two paths before them.
First, believe that Chen Ping's Beng Fist really could shatter anything hard in an instant-or at least that this utterly unique method of exerting force could instantly shatter a top-tier Class Seven defensive soul tool like Absolute Defense.
Second, believe that Chen Ping's physical strength had become so terrifying that even a casual stance unsuited to exerting force would let him instantly smash a defensive barrier that even a Soul Saint would struggle to break.
Clearly, to the other teams, the difference between these two possibilities was merely that between chocolate-flavored shit and shit-flavored chocolate. Either choice was equally unacceptable.
Oh, right, there was a third possibility: not only did Chen Ping know Beng Fist, but he could also shatter any powerful defensive object with his physical body alone-this was shit-flavored shit.
"That's impossible."
Xu Jiujiu was practically groaning now. All the strength in her body seemed to have been drained away in an instant, and the expression on her face looked exactly like that masterpiece called The Scream.
Chen Ping's casual punch had completely exceeded the limits of Xu Jiujiu's imagination. That punch just now overlapped with the image of the punch Chen Ping had thrown in the opening match of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament, and that fear from the depths of her heart surfaced once again.
[Even if I told you now that Chen Ping was the strongest person on our team, I doubt you'd believe me.]
Ma Xiaotao's words circled through Xu Jiujiu's Sea of Consciousness, leaving her stunned for a full second before she saw Ma Xiaotao burst free of her prison like a flame demon that had fought its way out of hell, her entire body wreathed in fire as she