Bing Wuxin looked at Su Yu, nonplussed. "What did you notice? Why do you look so bothered?"
Nodding gently, Su Yu got up slowly. "I think I already have an idea of what the martial disaster is."
As he uttered those words, the challengers nearby gathered around him. All of them were eager to know what the bewildering martial disaster actually meant.
"A disaster is a tragic misfortune. The disaster of flowers centers upon flowers and those who are afflicted will be petrified! The disaster of books centers upon books and the defeated ones will end up being turned into Books of Life! As for the martial disaster, it has already arrived. As a matter of fact. It is in our surroundings," Su Yu said with a placid look on his face, his five fingers flicking gently in his sleeve.
Bing Wuxin leaned into him. "I still don't get it! What in the world is the martial disaster?"
