At the beginning, Mo Shangjun's "sparring" with Yan Gui had already attracted the attention of most of the trainees.
Even Mu Cheng, Peng Yuqiu, and Ji Ruonan naturally turned their gazes in this direction.
However, no one could have expected that this sparring match—
had almost ended before it even began.
Someone specifically checked the time.
From the moment Yan Gui launched his attack to the moment he fell to the ground, it definitely took less than thirty seconds.
A few exchanges of moves had made the disparity in their strengths clear.
As spectators, they didn't even grasp what had happened.
The whole place wore looks of befuddlement.
On the ground, Yan Gui slapped the ground with his palm, forcibly repressing the urge to vomit blood, and gave Mo Shangjun a thumbs-up.
These skills had become even more formidable.
"Continue, continue, what are you standing around for?"
Peng Yuqiu, holding a megaphone, shouted at the trainees who had gradually stopped their activities.
