One punch. The recruits who had entered the top eight had various expressions. Confusion, shock, joy, all appeared quickly on everyone's faces.
Bai Sheng had a smile in his eyes. It would usually be a little easier for a high star-level martial artist to fight a low star-level martial artist. With his strength that was higher than the other, he would be able to control the rhythm of the battle in his hands, thus beating the opponent up by leading him by his nose.
What truly deserved to be admired from the punch earlier was not the unstoppable explosive power, but the intention of the fist that was like the endless waves of a river. This caused Alice to have no way to evade and could only make a forced judgment upfront.
One punch was enough to govern the whole battlefield completely! That was something that overrode the control of rhythm, something of a higher level.
