At this moment, Song Guo gave the impression that he was a ferocious vulture. That pair of sharp claws exuded an air of sharpness that grasped at Lu Yu's head.
If the claws grasped firmly, they would leave five finger holes, and not even the great gods could save Lu Yu then.
Lu Yu's hand swept out and collided with Song Guo's clawed hand. Crack! The sound of broken bones could be heard. Immediately, blood spurted out, accompanied by an anguished scream. A figure flew out. However, contrary to the female teacher's expectations, it was not Lu Yu, but Song Guo.
"What?" The teachers present stared with wide open eyes, their faces full of disbelief.
Song Guo was a Grand Master, but in the hands of this youth who looked only 17 or 18 years old, he did not even last a single move. Instead, he was seriously injured by a single blow straightaway.
