Luo Cheng lay on the ground, barely breathing, as if he was clinging to his last breath.
Chu Mo, on the other hand, remained completely still, appearing very calm. Even his clothes were untouched by specks of dust, and the smile on his face still shone brightly.
This... this is too terrifying, isn't it? Even if Luo Cheng isn't a match for Chu Mo, it can't be this exaggerated, can it?
One was knocked out cold, seemingly at the brink of death.
The other appeared utterly composed and unfazed, as if nothing had happened.
The stark contrast created an unbelievable sense of awe.
The intense visual disparity brought a visceral shock that was almost unbearable for everyone present.
Wang Long, kneeling not far away, looked at this scene, staring at Chu Mo with disbelief in his eyes. His face had gone entirely pale.
If there was a sliver of hope left in him earlier, it had now completely descended into a hellish abyss.
