"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack..."
"Boom!"
The heavy stele that Zeng Daniu's body forcefully collided with showed a dense network of cracks, spreading across the entire stone like a spider web. In the end, the whole stele shattered into pieces, and Zeng Daniu, lying on the ground, was knocked unconscious by Ye Chenfeng's punch.
Standing in the stands, Zhao Wukong, who was after all the master of a city, regained his composure first. When his gaze returned to Ye Chenfeng on the stage, it revealed a look of admiration. Although the youth with a sallow complexion had a rather average appearance, possessing such strength at barely twenty years of age was quite satisfactory to Zhao Wukong.
"Young brother, may I know your name? What level of strength have you reached now?" Zhao Wukong asked warmly and politely.
