"My God..."
"That speed... Is he even fucking human?"
"He's definitely past Mach three! Maybe even faster! Getting attacked up close by a Martial Artist at that speed... what's the difference between that and being chased by a homing missile?!"
Everyone was utterly stunned by this speed that defied all imagination.
Just then.
"Is this your limit?"
A simple question, yet it rang out like a clap of thunder from the heavens, exploding in everyone's minds.
On the battlefield, Qin Wushuang, who had just felt like he'd regained the upper hand, suddenly froze.
The expression on his face instantly stiffened.
'What?'
'He's asking... if this is my limit?'
Even in this year's Nanhu Qiming General Star Training Camp, which was filled with powerful experts, he had to admit that when it came to pure speed—even against that monstrous top student—he was the undisputed number one!
