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"How is this possible?! Huo Sang is one of the most powerful young masters in the Silver Frost Star Region. Even ordinary level 10 masters dare not take his strength head-on. How could this kid take it so easily?!"
"No way? Huo Sang is a hot candidate for the Queen's Guard selection this time. Someone has used big data to calculate that his chances of successfully passing the selection are over 70%. With his strength, he couldn't even break the defense of that pretty boy?"
“Isn’t this too exaggerated?!”
The giants who were watching could hardly believe their eyes. They were all dumbfounded and stood there in a daze.
However, compared to them, Hawthorne was the most unbelievable.
"You're lying! This is impossible!"
Hawthorne stared at his fist in disbelief, his eyes bulging and his expression ferocious, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.
Even though he underestimated his opponent and didn't use his full strength, the power of this punch was enough to split the mountains and crack the earth, and even make the space tremble. Even if it was a level 10 warrior, it would not be so easy to take this punch.
Is this kid cheating? !
Wu Hui looked at his unbelievable expression and felt a little complicated.
He really didn't want to be high-profile, but plans can't keep up with changes.
Seeing Hawthorne's aggressive look just now, he thought that the opponent should be strong and wanted to deal with him well, but as soon as the opponent made a move, he realized that something was wrong.
He didn't expect that Hawthorne was only level nine.
It was also his own fault. The spiritual sense of the God of Light had many functions and was always successful. He had long been accustomed to using spiritual sense to observe everything. Now that he suddenly encountered a situation where he could not use his spiritual sense, it was inevitable that he was a little uncomfortable.
It just so happens that the Star Giants cultivate pure strength, and their energy fluctuations are not obvious, so it is impossible to accurately judge the opponent's strength just by looking at their momentum.
The consequence of misjudging his strength was that he had to withdraw half of the strength he had just built up, and he had no time to attack again, so he could only take the punch head-on.
Of course, the ninth-level strength cannot break the defense against the eleventh-level physique.
He sighed and looked at Hawthorne helplessly: "... Or, why don't you punch again?"
"Are you humiliating me?!"
Hawthorne became angry instantly when he heard this.
He glared at Wu Hui with angry eyes: "Although I, Huo Sang, am not a bloodline genius, I still have my dignity. I am not so unbearable as to not be able to lose! I, I will go down by myself!"
As he said this, he retracted his fist angrily, turned around and was about to step down.
"Hey, wait..."
Wu Hui quickly reached out and grabbed him.
"What else do you want to do?"
Hawthorne shook off his hand, turned his head and glared at him with red eyes.
The look in his eyes was filled with anger and a bit of grievance, as if he was saying: I've already been so embarrassed, how else do you want to humiliate me? !
Seeing this, the giants in the audience couldn't bear to watch it anymore.
"This pretty boy is going too far. Huo Sang is a well-known young master after all. Even if he loses, we should at least give him some face."
"Yeah~ Let him go down by himself, at least we can save some face. It would be too much to drag him down and beat him off the stage."