The cheers after Ye Feng defeated Qi Tianhe still echoed above North Snow Sect's plaza, while the disciples' discussions had already evolved from "the underdog's comeback" into "a true dragon taking flight."
"Just over a month ago, Ye Feng had only achieved two-tenths of Fist Intent, and now he's actually broken through to three-tenths! This comprehension—he's practically not human!"
"How many years has it been since Yan Nan State produced a prodigy capable of entering the Yan State Prodigy Ranking? Ye Feng might really break this curse!"
"If he wins a few more matches, he might even take first place in the Grand Tournament!"
Countless burning gazes focused on Ye Feng. There was awe, envy, and even greater anticipation for the battles to come.
Yet the key figures at the edge of the arena had entirely different mindsets.
Liu Tianxiang gazed at Ye Feng's back, his expression complicated and his heart filled with emotion. Ye Feng had become a True Disciple only a month ago, yet he already possessed the strength to suppress all the other True Disciples ranked first. It seemed that his own position as Feiyun Sect's number-one True Disciple would soon become untenable.
Yun Shan of Baiyang Sect clenched his fists, the killing intent in his eyes growing even thicker. He snorted and said, "Too bad I didn't draw you this round. Next round, I'll personally eliminate you!"
Just then, the referee Elder's voice cut through the uproar: "The next match."
"Feiyun Sect's Liu Tianxiang versus Baiyang Sect's Yun Shan! Chen Wu of North Snow Sect receives a bye this round!"
As soon as his voice fell, the stands erupted once more.
Although Ye Feng's comeback as a dark horse had been shocking enough, the clash between the Yan Nan Four Young Masters remained the core attraction