Then he raised his left arm and rested it sideways across his raised left thigh, striking what he thought was an incredibly badass pose.
Next, he raised his hand to pull his hood lower and tugged his mask up, declaring arrogantly:
"Three years!"
"All I need is three years!"
"I, Wu Jiahao, will trample every last one of you underfoot!"
No sooner had he finished speaking-
"Bam!"
A deafening slap suddenly rang out.
One moment, Wu Jiahao had his foot planted on the railing. The next, he went flying, spinning several times at high speed in midair before crashing heavily to the ground with a thud and falling completely still.
Above him lingered a large cloud of extremely dense qi and blood power.
"Hmph. A piece of trash who isn't even an advanced creature, yet he dares run his mouth in public and insult a whole group of advanced experts. He was asking for a beating!"
In the preparation area below, Chen Yun slowly withdrew his hand, qi and blood swirling around it, and spoke in an icy tone.
The reason Wu Jiahao had suddenly dropped off to sleep after running his mouth in the stands was that Chen Yun had delivered a vicious slap from a distance using Qi and Blood Release.
Xia Shuran looked at Wu Jiahao on the ground and found that he was badly injured. His entire face was deformed, and he had completely lost consciousness.
Although she really disliked the posturing bastard, Wu Jiahao was still her teammate, after all.
Seeing him beaten into this state, she went over to check on him immediately without a second thought, afraid his life might be in danger.
After a quick examination, she found that Wu Jiahao was still breathing fairly steadily and had probably only passed out.