Although many favored Yang Jing, quite a few placed greater faith in the unfathomable Li Tai.
In everyone's eyes, Li Tai had kept his strength deeply hidden.
Since the tournament began, he had remained composed throughout, handling everything with ease.
He seemed never to reveal his full strength in any match. Even against Lü Chongrui, he had remained calm and unhurried, leaving everyone unable to discern his true combat prowess.
Such unfathomable heavenly prodigies were often the most terrifying. Their true strength far surpassed the tip of the iceberg they revealed in the arena.
Both views had their supporters. Their endless arguments made the atmosphere across the mountaintop ever more heated, tense, and stirring.
Time passed slowly amid the deafening clamor and the anticipation of the multitudes.
The sun climbed slowly, the morning light turning into blazing sunshine. The sky brightened fully, and the Chen Hour arrived!
At that moment, a tall, imposing figure stepped through the morning light into the very center of the main arena. It was Commandant Tan, the presiding official of this Jintai Grand Tournament.
Commandant Tan carried himself with solemn authority. The heavy pressure of core-realm astral qi faintly wreathed him as his sharp, steady gaze swept slowly over the densely packed, seemingly endless crowd of more than a hundred thousand below.
As Commandant Tan took the stage, the mountaintop plaza, which had been filled with thunderous, ceaseless clamor, quieted at a visibly rapid pace.
The overlapping discussions and whispers swiftly faded, and the sea of people fell silent.
Within a few breaths, every one of the hundred thousand-plus spectators atop the vast Moonwatch Mountain held their breath and focused.
Everyone stared intently at Commandant Tan in the center of the arena, their hearts pounding as they quietly awaited the start of this final showdown.