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It was evident that Wen Li's martial arts had improved after his upgrade.
The kick he had just delivered forced Fu Qian to exert a bit more strength to dodge instinctively.
In the end, Wen Li couldn't escape his fate and was sent flying several meters, crashing heavily to the ground in a move that seemed all too familiar.
There were countless screams of shock in an instant.
After kicking Wen Li, Fu Qian retreated diagonally in one swift movement under the horrified gazes of the crowd.
Crack!
A sound like crushing walnuts echoed ahead.
Lights of red and white blossomed wildly, blood mist exploded into the air, continuing unceasingly.
Yuan Shan's guess was incredibly accurate—something really did happen here.
Fu Qian thought to himself.
By this time, the room had descended into chaos.
Although the party had mostly Transcendents, the sheer number of people meant that there was also a significant ratio of regular high society present.
