What Makes You, Murphy, Think You're in the Same League as Us to Ride the Same Beetle Carriage? Bonus Chapter 915

Lu Yan's figure flickered as he landed lightly on the stage.

The audience, who had been holding their breath, finally burst into deafening cheers.

"Lu Yan! Lu Yan!"

"Damn, that was too fast! How did he even win?"

"Are you blind? The other guy didn't even get to use his skill before he was knocked off!"

Wang Buyi looked at Lu Yan, who stood calm and composed on the stage, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

He had known Lu Yan was strong, but seeing it in person was still a shock.

That speed was simply unreasonable.

Even a specialized agile-type professional at the same tier would struggle to reach that level of terror.

The referee walked onto the stage, took a deep breath, and raised his hand.

"Round four, individual match. Winner, Lu Yan!"

Following the referee's announcement, the cheers from the stands reached a crescendo.

Lu Yan turned and walked off the stage.

Back in the lounge area, Li Mo and the others immediately gathered around, their eyes filled with excitement and admiration.

"Boss, awesome! That last move was so clean!"

"Yeah, the opponent probably didn't even see how you moved."

Lu Yan smiled faintly. "It was just an ordinary match. Don't let it get to your heads; the real challenges are still to come."

Although he said that, everyone could see the relaxed expression on his face.

For Lu Yan, opponents of this level indeed posed no threat. His true goal was the championship of this tournament.

After a brief rest, the matches continued.

The atmosphere in the arena grew more intense with each round, and the remaining contestants were all elite experts from various factions. Every match was fierce and full of suspense.

Lu Yan sat in the lounge, closing his eyes