The blazing sun gradually climbed high.
On Arena No. 4.
Fang Hong lowered his head, looking down at Wang An beneath his feet, and asked with a puzzled expression:
"Senior Brother Wang An, what did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly."
"How about you say it again?"
The surrounding disciples had already been utterly shocked when they saw Fang Hong actually trample Wang An beneath his feet—a True Disciple, the Myriad Star Peak's foremost True Disciple, personally taught by the peak master, and an Earth Realm eighth-level expert.
But upon hearing Fang Hong's words, their minds were shaken even more.
"Holy shit, how did he dare? Isn't that way too pretentious?"
"Damn, he really isn't leaving him even a shred of dignity. Is he seriously not afraid Peak Master Gao will come looking for trouble afterward?"
"What trouble? This is a duel. Who told him to be inferior in skill?"
"Besides, wasn't Wang An acting pretentious with what he said earlier? Did he leave Fang Hong any dignity?"
"More importantly, have you forgotten who this man's master is?"
"Although Elder Zhao has lived in seclusion for years, his status and strength are probably second only to Peak Master Gao."
"Given how highly Elder Zhao values Martial Uncle Fang, how could he possibly let Peak Master Gao trouble his own disciple?"
"Come to think of it, haven't you noticed that from the very beginning of this duel, Wang An seemed to be targeting Martial Uncle Fang?"
"Logically speaking, that shouldn't be the case. Aren't they both from Myriad Star Peak?"
"Hehe, then you don't know. Any disciple who entered earlier or is closer to those elders knows that Elder Zhao was originally the foremost successor to the position of Myriad Star Peak's peak master."
"It was only because Elder