"Bang!" A dull thud as Zi Luoxia fell onto the contest stage, spewing a mouthful of blood with a "puff," her face instantly pallid as paper, extremely unsightly. She lifted her head, eyes filled with shock and anger, how could she be sent flying without even getting close to her body? And so effortlessly!
"Hiss! Such powerful strength, even without Master Mu making a move, she was defeated!"
"Yes! It seems this Zi Luoxia isn't that impressive, despite being an Eighth Rank King Martial Artist."
"Indeed, that Seventh Rank King Martial Artist at least exchanged dozens of blows with Master Mu!"
"It seems Zi Luoxia is just a vase, only good for showing off."
