Boom——!!!
Thunderstorms ravaged the mist created by the dragon, with rings of electricity exploding and shaking outwards for hundreds of meters.
Rustling sounds came through, as if something in the mist was twitching.
Moments later, a figure was thrown out in a parabolic arc, falling off the ring.
Everyone looked closely and gasped.
Li Yuansheng's skin looked like shriveled sun-dried fish, curling up.
His hair seemed to have been struck by lightning, exploding into charred black swords, piercing the sky.
The dragon and snake were gone, and the mist naturally dissipated completely.
Meng Chuan stepped out, shrinking with each step until he returned to his normal size.
He cupped his hands towards the people below, suddenly thinking of something.
He then made a "yeah" gesture towards the live recording devices, and swiftly disappeared from the Martial Arts Dojo.
All matches were over, what was there to linger?
