Silence, no sound, only the clattering of broken earth and stones falling through the air. Ma Weiming clenched his fists nervously, stood on his tiptoes, and tried desperately to get a clear view of the situation inside, but his vision was blocked by the constantly falling debris. He could only see Zhao Bo standing motionless with his back to him, his expression was entirely obscured, and Chen Feng appeared only as a blurry shadow.
Who had won in the end?
As the last piece of stone fell, Zhao Bo, facing away from everyone, spurted a mouthful of fresh blood, which splattered out. With a thud, he knelt on both knees before Chen Feng, one of his arms twisted grotesquely and hung limply by his side. At the moment of throwing the punch, Zhao Bo had finally felt the overwhelming pressure emanating from Chen Feng in an instant, a power that made him tremble inside and out.
