The vast Martial Arts Field was enveloped in dead silence.
If the first time was luck, what about the second?
Everyone exchanged glances, their relaxed demeanors turning solemn, their eyes looking at the person on the stage with less contempt and more wariness.
The Prefect's face alternated between shades of green and white, a sight too marvelous for words!
Armed with a weapon yet still defeated by an unarmed opponent, it was a total embarrassment, and moreover, Si Chu's unrestrained actions just now were clearly executed without the slightest regard for his dignity. Daring to injure his man right in front of him was akin to rubbing his face in the dirt!
The Prefect was seething with anger inside, and the smile on his face finally couldn't be maintained.
He was pondering how to seize the opportunity to burst out in anger.
Just then, a light sneer sounded beside him.
"Look at him, he really doesn't hold back when he strikes."
