"BOOOMMMMMMM!!"
As the glare faded, the spectators stared at the arena. The explosion had given them no clear view of the instant the fist struck. They had heard its force and seen the burst of light, but now the figures left on the stage refused to fit the result they had imagined.
Earlier, each spectator had their own expectation.
Some had expected Mo Qianqing to smash through both the barrier and God's Son. Others thought the barrier might break while Feng Luotian survived behind it. Those who trusted his confidence had expected the thin sheet of light to stop the punch altogether.
All of those possibilities centered on the same question: what would happen to the person receiving the blow? Mo Qianqing had been the one advancing, with every preparation concentrated into his attack. Luotian had stayed in place and raised six talismans in his path.
However, none of that had happened.
Only Mo Qianqing's legs remained. Everything above his waist had been blown apart.
