The wind stirred.
Qi Yuan threw a punch.
It was fast, yet it also seemed slow.
The white-haired old man cried, "Ow!" and fell straight down.
Qi Yuan withdrew his fist and dusted off his sleeves, carrying himself with the air of a grandmaster.
"Not bad. You were as strong as the opponents I encountered when I became a Spirit Realm Martial Lord—both taken down in one move!
"Looks like some Titled Martial Lords really aren't any stronger than ordinary people."
Qi Yuan gave his assessment.
When he had been a Spirit Realm Martial Lord, he had fought nearly ten thousand Martial Lords alone.
One move to settle them; one move to settle the runner-up of the Martial Arts Tournament.
So, in Qi Yuan's eyes, they were equally powerful.
The white-haired old man got up. "You brat, you couldn't go a little easy on this old fellow? Aren't you afraid I'll lie down and blackmail you?"
Over these years, the old man and Qi Yuan had become fairly familiar.
Though more than a decade ago, when this immortal elder Qi Yuan swallowed a star, he had trembled in fear for several years.
But... he had gotten used to it.
At worst, he would die. A great bird spread its wings toward the sky!
"Not afraid. We signed an agreement before going on stage. Even if compensation is needed, the Martial Arts Tournament will pay it!"
Qi Yuan shrugged.
"Bye-bye, old man."
As he spoke, he walked toward the spectator stands.
Canary had already been absent for many tournaments.
Now, the ones cheering for Qi Yuan were Meow Meow and Xie Xin Su.
She wore a blue camisole and held a small flag aloft in her cat paws.
"Meow meow meow!"
She shouted with all her might.
Yet anyone could hear