In the front row of the spectators' seats.
Several Transforming Strength experts still wore startled expressions. They exchanged glances, each seeing disbelief in the others' eyes.
Although they had expected Yang Jing to win, they had never expected such a clean, decisive victory.
Li Mengchao was no ordinary half-step Transforming Strength practitioner. Born into a century-old aristocratic family, he had cultivated with nothing but top-tier resources, building a frighteningly solid foundation. He had also mastered a supreme martial art like the Diamond Hand Seal, leaving him virtually unmatched among those of his realm in Yuhe County.
Even against a warrior who had just broken through to Transforming Strength, he could hold out for dozens of exchanges.
Yet Yang Jing had utterly crushed him in little more than ten moves. Such strength already far exceeded that of someone newly advanced to Transforming Strength.
"This Yang Jing... is no ordinary fellow," a powerfully built Transforming Strength expert murmured, his voice filled with emotion.
With such strength at his age, there might be no limit to his future achievements.
In a corner of the back row.
Zhao Yuman stared blankly at the upright figure on the platform, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.
Sunlight fell across Yang Jing, outlining him in a faint golden glow. His unhurried composure compelled admiration.
He was simply dazzling.
Even a heaven-favored prodigy like Li Mengchao had fallen to his fists.
"...He really is at Transforming Strength! Good heavens! How old is Yang Jing? Is he even twenty?"
"I heard he only broke through to Hidden Strength six months ago, and now he's already at Transforming Strength? He's a monster! He must have high-grade root bone at the very least!"
"I heard he apparently doesn't have high-grade root bone. But even if he doesn't,