The Sect Master Hall was eerily silent.
But within the hearts of those present, waves of shock surged!
Liu Wuchen's expression froze.
He had once harbored a faint hope that Jiang Fan could win.
For example, Jiang Fan's physique perfectly countered Cao Zhen's cultivation technique.
Or perhaps Cao Zhen was unlucky and made a mistake which Jiang Fan seized upon.
However, he thought of a thousand, ten thousand possibilities.
None of them involved Jiang Fan standing still and relying solely on the rebound force to cripple his opponent's hands.
This was the kind of result that could only happen with a significant disparity in strength.
He looked at Jiang Fan with a sense of unfamiliarity.
If the disciple rating made him see Jiang Fan in a new light,
now he was starting to doubt if the Jiang Fan in front of him was still his disciple.
Wen Hongyao was also dumbfounded, murmuring:
"I was wondering how this boy could possibly turn bad."
"It turns out he had absolute strength!"
