After three breaths of dead silence!
Boom.
The tens of thousands of spectators across the True Martial Platform instantly erupted into a heaven-shaking uproar that seemed capable of overturning the clouds.
Everyone was completely unable to remain seated. They rose one after another, eyes wide with shock, their voices surging like Mountain Collapse and Sea Roar.
"Holy hell!"
"Two moves! It really only took two moves!"
"An Early-stage Bone Forging cultivator crushed Chu Kuang, that mad Rogue Cultivator at the Bone Forging Mid Stage, with a frontal punch?"
"That was Chu Kuang, famed for his life-or-death ferocity and nearly invincible among those of the same realm!"
"Who wouldn't have panicked at that vicious momentum just now? Yet he was instantly defeated!"
"Everyone said Wang Yuan would be dragged into a grueling battle and lose a layer of skin."
"And what happened? He crushed him from beginning to end, barely even stirring his Vital Blood!"
"Absurd! This is far too absurd! How is this Early-stage Bone Forging?"
"With that physical foundation and explosive strength, he must rival Organ Tempering!"
The stands had completely boiled over, and countless martial cultivators of the jianghu turned pale.
Meanwhile, on a remote lower-tier stand to the east.
Zhang Mingyuan, who had been quietly watching the match with longing in his heart for the splendor of prodigies,
was now frozen stiff in his seat. His pupils constricted sharply, and his mind went utterly blank.
He stared fixedly at the tall, upright figure in green at the center of the arena, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
He was nearly speechless. Every hair on his body stood on end, and his mind was rocked to its core.
Wang Yuan.
It was him.
It really was
the steady-tempered youth—Wang Yuan—who had once traveled with him through Gaoye City, helping each