The crowd looked towards the center of the arena, faces filled with anticipation.
As the dust settled, a figure was sent flying backward.
The onlookers were shocked, carefully observing, and then took in a sharp breath of cold air.
The figure that flew out was the previously imposing young man, who was now wrapped in golden lightning. His hair was in disarray, and his body bore several burn marks.
The imposing young man landed on the ground, his face filled with terror as he looked at Lin Xuan.
He was incredibly strong and had never been defeated in close combat, yet today, he had lost to a young boy.
Moreover, had it not been for the opponent's mercy at the last moment, he might very well have been killed by the lightning.
Initially, he had looked down upon his opponent, thinking that the rumors were merely rumors. Now, having experienced it firsthand, he knew just how terrifying Lin Xuan was.
