Who Else Could Be the God of Acting If Not Me?

Yet at this moment, Chen Fan seemed unstoppable, like a war god descended.

He effortlessly defused Li Yi's attack and launched a counterattack.

After breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm, his swordsmanship flowed like drifting clouds and running water, smooth and natural enough to leave people in awe.

Suddenly, Chen Fan seemed to catch a flaw in Li Yi's defense. In an instant, he unleashed a powerful sword technique and sent Li Yi flying.

Li Yi crashed heavily outside the arena, his face full of shock.

His eyes brimmed with unwillingness and helplessness, as though he were blaming himself for his defeat.

What else could be said? He was simply a professional actor, no less skilled than Meng Tai or Wei Sheng.

When the Li Family elders saw Li Yi fall from the arena, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Still, they immediately went to check on Li Yi. They understood the principle of putting on a complete act.

What they did not know was that this was actually a play within a play.

Li Yi only wanted to say, If I'm not the God of Acting, then who is?

Just then, the referee announced Chen Fan's victory, and the entire venue instantly erupted.

At that moment, everyone was shaken by Chen Fan. They had never expected the long-unfavored Chen Fan to break through during battle and defeat a Li Yi who was so powerful.

On the royal viewing platform, the Dagan Emperor showed a faint look of surprise.

He had thought this match would proceed according to the predetermined arrangement, but he had not expected such a variable to arise.

Still, this variable was not bad. It was moving exactly in the direction he had envisioned. This was precisely the difference he wanted.

"Just as I thought—I