Sun Ningxiang, who had been sprinting toward the high platform, came to a sudden halt. She froze on the spot, staring blankly at the scene above. Though tear tracks still stained her face, her eyes were wide with unconcealable shock.
She instinctively covered her mouth as she watched the massive black bear slam into the platform's railing and let out a pained howl. Its powerful forelimbs hung limp; it had clearly lost the ability to fight.
When she turned to look at the center of the platform, Yang Jing was still standing there calmly, his green robes billowing, as if that one punch had been a mere casual gesture, showing not the slightest hint of exertion.
The stark contrast filled her with a sense of unreality. But as she gazed at Yang Jing's calm, towering figure and heard the surrounding gasps of awe, a single thought surfaced in her mind: 'He's so handsome!'
