Everyone was looking forward to it.
Especially the young cultivators. They had heard from the senior figures of the sects about Special Envoy Ren's glorious record of winning four consecutive sect competitions.
They hadn't expected to see Special Envoy Ren in action at this sect competition.
After all, Special Envoy Ren now held immense power within the sect. Who would dare challenge him and make him take the field himself?
And yet someone had—and that person was more than qualified to do so.
"I never would've imagined it. Truly, I never would've imagined..."
After cupping his hands in salute, Ren Feng straightened and smiled toward Chen Yan.
"To have the chance to fight Elder Chen here."
"Isn't that what the sect competition is for—to give fellow cultivators a chance to spar with one another?"
Chen Yan asked.
"That's true, but if this is just a friendly spar, wasn't what Elder Chen did to Elder Qiu a little too much?"
Ren Feng countered.
"In a fight, fists and feet have no eyes—especially when dealing with someone who refuses to open theirs."
Chen Yan replied.
"Then what do you think of me, Elder Chen?"
Ren Feng remained utterly relaxed, smiling as he spoke.
"Am I someone who refuses to open his eyes?"
"I'm afraid that's a question Special Envoy Ren..."
Chen Yan paused briefly.
"Will have to ask my fists and feet."
Ren Feng's pupils contracted slightly.
The next instant, he moved.
He was impossibly fast.
Ren Feng sealed his Qi Sea and drew his Spiritual Sense inward, locking his cultivation within the bounds of the Martial Spring Realm.
Yet he moved so quickly that even the Spirit Realm cultivators seated in the viewing stands were astonished.
As for the young disciples gathered below the arena, they couldn't even see how Ren