As the Main Peak Steward finished speaking, heated discussion erupted below the Azure Qilin Platform.
Hundreds upon hundreds of spectators clamored together, their voices surging like a tide.
"Yang Jing ranked third? He actually overtook Qin Wenbao!"
"Qin Wenbao is an expert who's competed in more than ten Azure Qilin Battles! Yang Jing forced a veteran powerhouse right out of his spot!"
"He reached the final four in his very first Azure Qilin Battle. His strength is just absurd!"
In the area reserved for Lingxi Peak's competitors below the Azure Qilin Platform.
Lin Ziheng rubbed his hands together and turned toward Yang Jing, who sat cross-legged in meditation. Unable to help himself, he lowered his voice and asked, "Junior Brother Yang, you're about to face Zhao Chong. Are you nervous?"
Yang Jing slowly opened his eyes. They were perfectly clear, without the slightest ripple.
He drew a light breath, looked at Lin Ziheng, and said calmly, "Take a guess."
Beside them, Steward Zheng stroked his beard and chuckled. Then his expression grew solemn, and he patted Yang Jing's shoulder. "Enough wisecracks. Your next opponent is Zhao Chong. His Sky-Rending Fist is fierce and domineering, with tremendous explosive power. He's far stronger than Wei Dongting. This fight will be dangerous."
Yang Jing nodded. A trace of gravity flashed through his eyes, along with a measure of fighting spirit. "Zhao Chong is strong."
He did not underestimate his opponent in the slightest.
Throughout the previous rounds, the two people he had watched most closely were Yuwen Mingjue and Zhao Chong.
Zhao Chong's Fist Wind was sharp and fierce, and his attacks were savage. Every punch swept forward with the force of crushing rotten wood, and his strength was not necessarily inferior to Yuwen Mingjue's.
"Don't overthink it," Steward Zheng said gravely. "Give