The Battle Begins

Xue Wuhen nodded slightly, his voice cold and grim. "Lie Yangzi is indeed a worthy opponent."

"His Blazing Sun Palm is supremely hard and fiery, perfectly countering my Blood Fiend Qi."

"And Zhao Wuji. His Earth Battle Armor has astonishing defenses, so he won't be easy to deal with either."

"What about Wang Teng?"

"Wang Teng?" Xue Wuhen sneered, disdain flashing through his eyes. "A nineteen-year-old at the peak of the Dou Shi realm is certainly impressive."

"But to us, he's still nothing special. No matter how strong his Thunder Moves Through the Nine Heavens is, it's only at the Dou Shi level. I could stand still and let him attack, and he still wouldn't be able to break through my defenses."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire venue. "The rest are nothing but trash."

Just then, his gaze landed on a figure in green.

The figure was slowly walking toward the edge of the contestants' area, then stood there alone in silence.

Xue Wuhen's pupils suddenly contracted.

That figure was far too tall.

Even standing at the edge of the crowd, he was like a beacon that drew everyone's attention at a glance.

"Who is that?" Xue Wuhen frowned, a trace of gravity entering his voice.

The disciples beside him all shook their heads, exchanging confused looks.

Xue Wuhen stared at the figure for a moment before suddenly feeling his heart tremble.

That young man was far too quiet.

So quiet that he did not look like someone here to compete in the Grand Competition. He looked more like someone out for a stroll.

And his eyes...

Xue Wuhen could not see his eyes clearly, but he could feel an indescribable pressure emanating from the young man.

It was pressure born from instinct.

It was like the