The young elite targeted by Ling Chong was by no means weak. His cultivation had already reached the third level of the Xiantian Realm. Yet even with such strength, he was completely unable to respond to Ling Chong's sudden assault.
Ling Chong's speed was simply too terrifying. The distance of several hundred meters vanished in the blink of an eye. In a single breath, he appeared before his target and drove a brutal straight punch forward.
Bang.
The young elite's protective qi shattered instantly, offering no resistance at all. The punch slammed heavily into his abdomen.
"Wah…"
Agony twisted across the young man's face. His body bent forward uncontrollably, folding like a shrimp under the force. With a choked cry, a streak of fresh blood sprayed from his mouth.
"Useless trash. Hand over your contribution points," Ling Chong said coldly.
