Puchi!
A rush of blood surged upwards.
Wu Zhen struggled desperately to stand up, but his knees hit the ground, and blood spurted out in torrents, staining his cyan robe red.
This...
Wu Zhen's eyes were filled with rage and pain.
He hadn't even made a move, not even a full strike had been unleashed.
And the opponent just left like that, so lightly?
"You dog, how dare you look down on me? Get back here immediately!"
Wu Zhen was furious beyond measure. In his opinion, as the Chief Disciple of Heimu Cliff and the top young talent, being among the top five in the entire Youdu Snow Region youth was unquestionable.
If that was the case, why could Chen Yang, someone his age, defeat him so easily?
Illusion.
This must be an illusion!
Anyway, he couldn't believe it!
"Come back, I haven't even made a move yet, how can you look down on me?" Wu Zhen roared, struggling once more to try to stand up.
But more blood, constantly gushing out, left his spirit extremely weary.
