Kang Shixiang's escape was nothing if not decisive. Yet, he had barely taken ten steps when he saw something that horrified him: the commotion from the battle had completely vanished.
He Cang remained in a punching posture, unmoving, his expression vacant.
Zou Feng was the same. The two of them seemed to have suddenly frozen in place.
'Has a victor been decided, or have they both just exhausted themselves and need a moment to recover?' Kang Shixiang wondered.
The next moment, Zou Feng moved first.
He didn't even spare He Cang another glance, simply turning and striding away.
The hope that had been hanging by a thread in Kang Shixiang's heart instantly plummeted.
Sure enough, after only about three breaths, He Cang's body began to explode in multiple places, and he let out a wretched, disbelieving scream.
