Cui Yu fell beside the table, his body slumped to the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Just now, the kick he had delivered used up all the martial power he had cultivated over sixteen years. A kick like that should have been earth-shattering.
Ordinary people wouldn't be able to withstand such a strike.
Cui Yu asked himself, the power of that kick was definitely comparable to Jiang Ning's peak strength.
There had been instances when Jiang Ning kicked foreign foes into the air; today, he, Cui Yu, sent Pang Jiao sprawling with a single kick, such a formidable warrior he was.
However, why did that kick he had high hopes for bring about such an absurd result?
Ruthless, it was too ruthless.
The faith in Cui Yu's heart was nearly shattered, his gaze dimmed, and he forgot to stand up after receiving such a huge blow.
Everyone was looking at Cui Yu.
The class fell silent.
Then the classmates looked back at Pang Jiao; it was as if they were seeing her for the first time.
