On the high platform, the presiding elder watched the entire process clearly, a barely perceptible trace of approval flashing through his eyes as he gave a slight nod.
Clearly, he was quite satisfied with both the overwhelming strength Chen Fei displayed and the restraint he showed at the final moment.
The sect grand competition was meant for sparring and tempering oneself, not fighting to the death. Fighting to the death was for demonic cultivators, for the sects outside.
"Chen Fei of Emerald Screen Peak, victory!"
As the voice fell, it also marked the official end of this highly anticipated match, whose course had far exceeded everyone's expectations.
Chen Fei heard the verdict, his expression calm. He merely cupped his hands from afar toward the presiding elder on the high platform in a salute, then flew down from the training ground.
Only after Chen Fei's figure disappeared was the dead silence all around shattered with a boom.
"It's over just like that?"
"One punch to break the formation, one punch to defeat the enemy!"
"Senior Sister Wu Nianjiao lost? Lost this thoroughly? That's the Sorrowful Sound Fairy!"
"The Dao Ruins True Return Body is too terrifying. That strength is practically inhuman."
"Did you see it? That last punch of his was obviously held back, or Senior Sister Wu's arm would've been gone."
"It wasn't just strength. His grasp of the timing against the formation, that movement technique to close in with one step, and his control of the battle situation... How does that look like someone who just broke through?"
"Empowerment? You're telling me this is something empowerment can produce?"
"We all judged him wrong. This Chen Fei isn't just shockingly lucky; his own talent is also extraordinary. He was clearly a hidden dragon in the abyss, soaring to the heavens