Until the very end, in the silent atmosphere,
Chen Feng indifferently looked toward the distant room, where the middle-aged coach was awkwardly clutching his right arm.
"Framing, slandering?"
"With your strength, you think you're qualified?"
As his words fell, the middle-aged coach's face turned white, then eerily flushed red.
Pfft!
Suddenly vomiting blood, his body shook unsteadily until he was barely supported by his fast-acting disciples.
Then, amidst a multitude of gazes,
Chen Feng turned and strode forward, stepping over the bodies of disciples who had fainted on the ground.
As their figures brushed past each other, Wang Cheng's face, which once bore arrogance, now showed an expression full of immense admiration when he looked at Chen Feng's departing figure.
Behind him, amongst the disciples, Zhuang Xiaoqing of noble birth had bright eyes filled with fascination and adoration.
Next to her, Li Chengdong clenched his fists, his face showing excitement and emotion.
