They Are All Trash

That move just now was enough to prove his strength.

Anyone who dares to participate in the Wind Cloud Genius Battle is no pushover; they are all outstanding talents. To win with one move in this kind of genius competition shows just how strong he is.

This result greatly exceeded people's expectations, causing a tsunami of discussion, and also put immense pressure on the remaining participants.

"What Combat Skills did he use? It's really powerful!"

"Fan Lang is so strong? Why haven't I heard of him before?"

"He's the Wanderer from the Underground Arena. I watched his gladiatorial combat a few days ago. He seems even stronger now than he was then. His rate of improvement is truly astonishing."

People marveled.

Those who previously thought Fan Lang would lose have now mostly shut their mouths.

Fan Lang waited for a moment, but no one came on stage. He pointed to the two participants below and provoked, "You, and you, come up on stage together. If you don't dare to fight me, then leave early. Don't just stand there like idiots, it's too annoying."

As arrogant as ever, as contemptuous as ever, truly infuriating.

One of the two young men leaped onto the Arena, grasped the hilt of his sword, and angrily said, "There's no need for two people, I can take care of you myself. Take this!"

The young man flashed forward, pretending to draw his sword and attack, but when he was halfway there, he suddenly used a pupil technique. His eyes changed, and vortex-like patterns appeared, spinning rapidly, as if trying to suck people's souls into them.

His stance of drawing the sword was just a feint, used to deceive people. In reality, from the beginning, he intended to win with the insidious trick of a pupil technique.

This pupil technique is called Soul Trapping Eye, and it can make people fall into a coma.

He had put in a lot of hard work to cultivate the Soul Trapping Eye, and he had kept it a secret from the outside world. He originally planned to use it as a trump card in this Genius Battle, but he was forced to use it early by Fan Lang. If he could defeat Fan Lang with the Soul Trapping Eye, it would be worth it.

Unfortunately, pupil techniques of the same level are all ineffective against Fan Lang, because he has the Eye of the Dragon!

Fan Lang's eyes suddenly changed, turning into golden Eye of the Dragon, his pupils standing upright, adorned with spots, easily dissolving the enemy's pupil technique effect.

The two looked at each other, and the two pupil techniques began to clash, and the difference in strength was immediately apparent.

"You're unlucky to have met me."

Fan Lang manipulated the Sky Covering Hand, grabbed the enemy, and crushed him with a snap, breaking his bones and tendons, acting very violently. There was a scream, and the man's body was twisted. Even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

He casually threw the loser to the ground.

"Next."

Fan Lang's words were like a death knell composed of three words.

He still maintained the Eye of the Dragon, looking down at the crowd below. Anyone who met his gaze felt fear, either retreating or looking away.

It would be one thing if he was just strong, but he also knows pupil techniques! This is too versatile!

Below the stage.

The remaining participants were dumbfounded, and even experts like Murong Bai and Yue Yifei had very ugly expressions.

Murong Bai's face was pale, and his brows were furrowed, an expression that made him lose some of his usual handsomeness.

"His strength is so much stronger than when he was in the Underground Arena that day. He wasn't even a Mystic Spirit then. In just a few days, he has become a Mystic Spirit and learned pupil techniques!"

Murong Bai's heart surged.

Back then, he provoked Fan Lang because he had absolute confidence. No matter how strong a Mystic General was, he was still just a Mystic General. However, one should look at a person with new eyes after being apart for only three days. The current Fan Lang had already become a Mystic Spirit, and his speed of progress was simply unbelievable!

Even Murong Bai was not confident that he could defeat Fan Lang now.

Yue Yifei on the other side was the same. He repeatedly weighed Fan Lang's strength and found that his chances of winning were only twenty or thirty percent!

Yue Yifei originally thought that Murong Bai would be a formidable enemy this time, but he didn't expect Fan Lang to be even more terrifying than Murong Bai.

"Where did this freak come from..."

Yue Yifei's fist clenched suddenly, creaking.

This group of geniuses didn't come to stand around like fools; someone had to step onto the arena eventually.

"Hey, didn't he say before that two or three people could go up together? Let's go up together. With three people joining forces, we still have a chance of winning."

"We can join forces."

"Count me in."

Several participants chose to join forces and temporarily formed an alliance, but Yue Yifei and Murong Bai did not participate. They could not let go of the arrogance they had cultivated for many years.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three figures jumped up at the same time. Although it was a bit unsportsmanlike to bully the few with the many, they couldn't care less at the moment.

Fan Lang didn't care at all, and even laughed: "Good, it's more interesting with more people, it can save a lot of time."

None of the three said a word, all with a tense attitude as if facing a great enemy, each using different skills to attack Fan Lang.

Fan Lang opened his arms and waved forcefully. A second Mystic Force hand appeared in mid-air. The two large hands grabbed out together, the sound like a strong wind sweeping, and the momentum like thunder splitting the sky.

Sky Covering Hand, one hand covers the heaven and earth, one hand holds life and death, one hand controls yin and yang, one hand shatters mountains and rivers!

The two large hands struck left and right, simultaneously capturing the three people, squeezing them in his hands, crushing them several times, squeezing out miserable screams, and then throwing them away, all thrown off the Arena.

Even if the three joined forces, they couldn't make Fan Lang use a second move. Just one move of the Sky Covering Hand was more than enough. Having the Eye of the Dragon was only for passively guarding against pupil techniques.

This result seemed incredible to outsiders, but it was actually completely normal.

Fan Lang modified his Mystic Force by five times, equivalent to the strength of five Mystic Spirits, and had previously eaten Crab Meat that temporarily increased his Mystic Force, further enhancing his strength.

Above Mystic Spirit is Mystic Ancestor. Fan Lang's current strength is infinitely close to Mystic Ancestor, so it is naturally no problem to beat Mystic Spirit. This is an overwhelming advantage.

Defeating three people with one move further amplified Fan Lang's image, and people were no longer just amazed.

In the eyes of the remaining participants, Fan Lang was like an insurmountable mountain, standing in front of them. They were infinitely small in front of this mountain and could only look up and stop.

"I'm not fighting anymore, let whoever wants to fight, fight."

"I admit defeat."

"Sigh."

The participants retreated one after another, knowing that it was difficult, and in the end, only Murong Bai and Yue Yifei were reluctant to leave. One represented the Murong Family, and the other represented the Silver Moon Merchant Guild. They were originally popular figures in the competition for the championship, but now they had been reduced to a dilemma.

To advance, Fan Lang was waiting for them in the Arena; to retreat, both families would lose face.

In the Arena, Fan Lang looked at Murong Bai and sneered: "You threatened me before that I must participate in the Wind Cloud Genius Battle. Now I'm here, why don't you have any reaction? The dignified Murong Family head, did you come just to stand guard?"

These words were like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, and also like a wall, blocking Murong Bai's retreat.

Murong Bai frowned, his face gloomy, and finally took a step forward.

Yue Yifei, who was beside him, suddenly reached out and placed his hand on Murong Bai's shoulder, asking with a smile, "Grand Patriarch, how about we go together?"