Wu He was covered in blood on the ground, with an indelible sword mark on his chest, and blood was flowing crazily.
His whole body was already numb, and he muttered to himself, "How is this possible... I... actually lost to him again!"
On the Spirit Boat, Lu Song and Zhao Xing were completely stunned by Lin Bai.
With a few casual strikes, Lin Bai defeated the long-standing Quasi Holy Sons of the East Continent Academy, and with a lift and fall of his sword, he defeated Wu He.
"How is this possible..." Lu Song murmured in disbelief, "Isn't Wu He the Saint of the East Continent Academy? Isn't he the strongest genius in the East Continent today? How could he lose to Lin Bai, how could it be! No, no, no! This is not real, Wu He cannot lose!"
Lu Song looked painfully at Wu He on the ground, unable to stand up, unwilling to believe the scene before him.
Zhao Xing, however, laughed softly, "Indeed, the strongest genius in the East Continent is only one, and that is Lin Bai!"
