Chapter 112: Kill for Three Hundred Miles - Leaving the Country (End)

A sweat-blood treasure horse, galloping madly under the premise of running itself to death, how long does it take to run a straight hundred zhang?

The answer is thirty breaths.

A battle lasting a mere thirty breaths was hardly spectacular, because the more spectacular something was, the less people got to see.

However, the fighter was the chief disciple of Chi Xiao Peak, a young man who used only one spear thrust, one punch in the entire fight, simplicity taken to the extreme. It was precisely because of this simplicity that it left more room for the imagination of those watching, who could fancy it as spectacular as they wished.

In good taste, the crowd unleashed their vivid imaginations, deriving intense pleasure from their own fantasies. When they came back to their senses, however, they realized, "Damn it, it seems we imagined it all wrong."

This feeling was akin to eating a lump of shit, and to make matters worse, that lump of shit was stuck in your teeth.