The arena, which had been buzzing with excitement, had fallen into deathly silence.
Song Zhenqin had lost.
Wan Zizhen had won.
The two results seemed simple enough, yet they left everyone utterly baffled.
Wan Zizhen had not even made a move, but Song Zhenqin had lost.
What was going on?
It was not only the watching martial artists who were bewildered—even quite a few disciples of the sects could not make heads or tails of it.
"My goodness, what an incredible body!" Lin Bai's eyes narrowed. With his eyesight, it was not difficult for him to see that Wan Zizhen's physical body was astonishingly formidable. Song Zhenqin had thrown hundreds of punches in a furious assault, yet had failed to injure Wan Zizhen in the slightest.
That was how Song Zhenqin had realized that even if they exchanged hundreds more blows, he still would not be able to hurt Wan Zizhen. Continuing the battle would merely be wasting time, so he had simply and generously admitted defeat.
"Senior Brother Meng Qi, what exactly is Wan Zizhen's background? How can he have such a formidable body?"
Lin Bai raised his eyes and asked Meng Qi.
Lin Bai, Jiang Xuansu, and the others were all attending the Evil Moon Grand Feast for the first time. Meng Qi had already come once before, so he understood the experts at the Evil Moon Grand Feast far better than Lin Bai and Jiang Xuansu did.
Meng Qi's eyes flashed with sharp light as he said in a low voice, "I don't know..."
Jiang Xuansu furrowed her brows. "Wan Zizhen was the number one figure on the Evil Moon Dao God Rankings at the last gathering. Logically speaking, his reputation should be immense. How can you not know?"
Meng Qi smiled bitterly. "At the last Evil