Gong Ying wasted no words. Bright true qi rose from his palms, accompanied by a faint dragon's roar, as he swept toward Chi Xuan.
He had chosen close-quarters combat.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Palm after palm followed, each carrying tremendous force, tearing the air apart with repeated shrieks.
Chi Xuan shifted slightly, every step neatly evading a palm strike. Gong Ying's expression grew increasingly grave until, after another palm, he parted his lips and unleashed a lion's roar.
The true-qi-filled sound was deep yet piercing, making everyone's scalps tingle.
"A Human-grade Peak Stage martial skill, the Lion's Roar Art! Gong Ying actually still had such a trump card hidden up his sleeve!"
Someone recognized it.
"Senior Brother Chi Xuan was caught by that roar out of nowhere. Things may not look good for him."
Yet Chi Xuan seemed to have anticipated it. With a sudden flicker of his figure, he evaded the frontal roar and appeared behind Gong Ying, jabbing out a finger.
Gong Ying immediately let out a muffled groan and was defeated.
"You really are strong. I lost." Gong Ying had not suffered much injury; his opponent had stopped at the right point.
With that, he cupped his hands and leaped off the platform.
"Senior Brother Chi Xuan is unbelievably strong. He defeated fifteenth-ranked Gong Ying so easily—it did not even seem like he was serious."
"Yeah. I heard Senior Brother Chi Xuan uses a sword, and his swordsmanship is as unfathomable as gods and ghosts. Have any of you ever seen him use it?"
"No."
Everyone was utterly stunned.
Just then, a zither note rang out from the second arena. It turned out that second-ranked He Jianjun had removed the ancient zither from her back. With a light pluck of one string, she shot out an incomparably condensed