Demonic Spear, Mighty Warrior

"Stop this at once."

Li Qixiu, the president of the martial association who had just been publicly defied and humiliated by Yan Wanjun, hurriedly raised a hand and shouted, "Yan Wanjun is a talent of our martial world. He is destined to become a Mighty Warrior in the future. We cannot afford to lose him."

Not only did the others find nothing wrong with that, they nodded in agreement instead.

A Mighty Warrior Omen was equivalent to an acceptance letter. So long as Yan Wanjun lived long enough to break through, he would surely become another Mighty Warrior.

By then, Yanshan's master and disciple would both be Mighty Warriors, exalted in status and courted by countless martial arts schools.

As for Zhou You, no matter how formidable he was, he was still confined to the circles of the martial world. He could not be mentioned in the same breath as a Mighty Warrior.

Some even loudly reminded Zhou You, "Do not injure Yan Wanjun. Stop while you are ahead. Let him strike you once, then concede with dignity. That way, both sides will have a way down."

The people from Da Qian Martial Arts School were so furious their noses nearly twisted crooked, but with public sentiment running this way, their voices were incomparably weak against the greater tide.

Such was the deterrence of a Mighty Warrior. Once one became a Mighty Warrior, one was no longer even the same kind of creature as an ordinary martial master.

Yan Wanjun had broken through in the midst of battle, displaying his own value. Naturally, he was praised by the masses.

Yet quite a few people still cheered Zhou You on. "Don't be a turtle hiding in its shell! Beat that bastard to death!"

The Witchfolk were the most excited of all.