Upon hearing Wang Yan mention that he was just getting started, no one believed him, especially seeing Wang Yan, heavily injured and barely standing, could continue to ring the Chaos Bell.
Even if he could strike the 11th time, given his current state, the countershock alone might kill him instantly.
However, despite his pale complexion and unsteady gait, Wang Yan stood as straight as pine, walking step by step toward the Chaos Bell.
Every step Wang Yan took seemed to tread on the hearts of those present.
As Wang Yan got closer to the Chaos Bell, everyone's heart clenched tighter, nearly jumping out of their throats.
Meanwhile, He Wanrui's face reddened, her eyes glowing, hands clutched tightly to her chest, murmuring, "So this is what a man is."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Hanli's face grew cold.
He Wanrui was his junior sister, yet he always viewed her as his possession. Back in the Zhao Family, no one dared show any warmth to He Wanrui.
