Mo Yu looked at Chen Chang Sheng who had already been pushed to the edge of the precipice, her fine brows wrinkled, the two hands that were grasping onto the armrests on her chair tightened further.
Prince Chen Liu was by the side, observing her out of the corner of his eye, the perplexion he felt became ever deeper.
He couldn’t understand, as a representative figure of the faction wanting to repress Orthodox Academy, seeing Chen Chang Sheng on the verge of failure, why was she feeling so nervous and paying so much attention to the match’s current situation? Could it be that she would worry about Chen Chang Sheng? This didn’t make any sense.
At the next moment, he suddenly thought of something and believed that he had deduced Mo Yu’s rationale.
At the Ivy League gathering, Her Highness, Luo Luo, had utilised a simplified version of Discerning Steps in her duel against Guang Fei Bai, it was identified by Gou Han Shi and dumbfounded the entire gathering.
The reason why Chen Chang Sheng knew the demon race’s absolute secret art, Discerning Steps was still an unsolved enigma; even though the steps used by Her Highness at the gathering wasn’t a completed Discerning Steps, at the level of something like the Ivy League gathering and the Grand Examination, that type of simplified or perhaps better described as malformed Discerning Steps, was already adequate to exhibit a very strong effect; for example, when facing the approach of a storm-like Regiment Shattering Fist…
Mo Yu had probably thought of the scene from the Ivy League gathering; she wasn’t worried about Chen Chang Sheng failing and getting hurt, but was nervous about whether Chen Chang Sheng will utilise that simplified version of Discerning Steps, directly escaping the area enshrouded by the Regiment Shattering Fist, bringing an unanticipated change to the match. This is what Prince Chen Liu conjectured.
If he could think of Chen Chang Sheng’s simplified Discerning Steps, then the other people within the Hall of Zhao Wen could obviously also think of it; Xu Shi Ji’s expression was a little stern, Xue Xing Chuan was once again firmly seated, the hall became somewhat quiet, everyone clearly understood that Chen Chang Sheng would not, at the very least, immediately lose and that this match should continue for a while longer.
The two Archbishops of the Holy Church continued to have expressionless faces, as representative figures of the new faction within the Orthodoxy, they had a little more knowledge of events than others. Since they wanted to suppress Orthodox Academy; since they wanted to borrow someone from Scholartree Manor to eliminate Chen Chang Sheng in the second round, how could they possible miss these reports?
All the methods available to Chen Chang Sheng were already made known to his opponent.
Perhaps, Huo Guang was currently waiting for Chen Chang Sheng to use that simplified version of Discerning Steps, escaping from the storm shower that had been formed by the Regiment Shattering Fist.
Huo Guang was definitely concealing an even stronger move, awaiting the very instant he escapes.
At the next moment, a light sound of astonishment resonated within the Hall of Zhao Wen.
The two Holy Church Archbishops lightly frowned, seeing the scene within the mirror, they felt rather startled and confused.
Chen Chang Sheng didn’t utilise the simplified Discerning Steps, he didn’t seek to break out of the Regiment Shattering Fists that had surrounded him.
More specifically, he didn’t do anything at all; both his feet were planted upon the sand strewn ground, firmly, as if they had been nailed in place, without a single movement.
He stood in place, staring across those dozens of green fist manifestations, coalesced from True Essence and looked at Huo Guang, remaining quiet without saying anything.
Time marched forwards rapidly; he didn’t have to wait long; the important figures within the Hall of Zhao Wen and the Li Palace clergy that were quietly observing the match didn’t have to watch long; the Regiment Shattering Fist, carrying fearsome power, finally arrived before him, akin to a real storm, flooding every angle of the area around his body.