"Imperial Father, this man is way too despicable. How can he still cheat?" the Seventh Princess said angrily.
"He didn't cheat."
"Though it seems outrageous, someone else should have been able to see it too."
"This man's strength... is terrifying."
Hearing her Imperial Father's words, the Seventh Princess froze. Terrifying? How could he tell?
What had happened on the arena just now was simply too bizarre—and too fast.
In the eyes of these people, Chen Changan had merely waved his arm casually while speaking.
The next moment, his opponent had jumped backward on his own and leaped right off the arena.
It was an incredibly clumsy way to fake a match.
The Seventh Princess had thought so too. She hadn't expected that, coming from her Imperial Father, the whole thing would suddenly seem different.
"Imperial Father, how could you tell?" the Seventh Princess asked curiously.
"Perhaps only Martial Cultivators who have reached the fifth stage can see some of it."
"And even then, not everyone at the fifth stage would be able to tell."
"Even I had to think it over for a long time before I understood."
"Chen Changan won because his strength is so great that even the slightest movement can create a powerful gust of wind."
"His opponent didn't jump off on his own. He was... blown off."
A powerful gust?
Could it have been... that casual wave just now?
The gust created by a casual wave could blow a fourth-stage Martial Cultivator right off the arena?
That was absurd!
"Imperial Father, don't tell me you think he's a Martial Saint?"
"Is that even possible?"
Hearing the Seventh Princess's question, the emperor shook his head. Though he did hope that might be the case, he too felt that the odds of Chen Changan being a Martial Saint