In the audience stands, a storm-like vibration erupted, with every person's eyes filled with thick horror and disbelief.
Yet facing all these, Chen Yang remained calm. For him, defeating a Roberts was really no significant issue.
Roberts, to others, maybe a formidable expert that could only be looked up to, but to him, he was as insignificant as a clay chicken or pottery dog, capable of being extinguished with a flick of his fingers.
Chen Yang glanced at Roberts lying on the ground, shook his head, feeling utterly uninterested, turned to leave, and simply left behind a sentence.
"Too weak."
Hearing this remark, Roberts's entire body shuddered, his eyes almost spat fire, but upon seeing the terrifying silhouette of Chen Yang walking away, his body trembled.
"Impossible! Impossible!"
At this moment, Roberts seemed to have aged ten years; his eyes no longer held any fighting spirit.
He was finished.
