"Will that guy named Ling Wuyuan be participating in the [Yuting Martial Arts Tournament]?"
"Should I take the opportunity to join in the fun and see for myself just how strong he really is?"
As the news spread rapidly,
countless people suddenly found similar thoughts rising in their hearts.
Some were curious.
Some were hostile.
Some were indifferent.
Although everyone had a different mindset,
generally speaking,
those with decent strength instinctively remembered the two key terms: [Ling Wuyuan] and [Yuting Martial Arts Tournament].
Even if they could not free themselves for the moment or had no intention of getting involved, they did not mind receiving further news.
Those who reacted most strongly
were undoubtedly the younger generation of cultivators with considerable strength.
Whether they were prodigies from the Alien Domain currently wishing to travel to the [Silver Mist Sea Domain], or local prodigies who had long been renowned within the [Silver Mist Sea Domain], most of them were extremely interested in Ling Wuyuan. There was no shortage of people itching to test themselves against him.
For a time,
many people picked up the rune artifacts that had recorded scenes of Ling Wuyuan fighting and began watching the scenes over and over, repeatedly assessing the gap between themselves and him—earnestly deducing again and again what they would have to do to stand a chance if they fought.
They treated the matter with utmost seriousness and rigor.
Of course,
even so,
for the vast majority of them,
no matter how meticulously they analyzed things,
the result would not change in the slightest: they would still be instantly defeated.
To put it bluntly,
the so-called counterkill was fundamentally premised on having at least some ability to fight back.
Those with absolutely no ability to fight back had no chance of victory whatsoever.
And