As Zhang Tianming and the other two were talking, he returned to the platform, dropped into a chair, and muttered, "Shi Yi's dual pupils really are powerful..."
Mo Shang picked up a spirit fruit and tossed it at Zhang Tianming with a smile. "Didn't you say that with no woman in your heart, drawing your blade would come naturally like a god?"
"Can't be helped. His dual pupils' powers of observation are too strong—they counter me somewhat..." Zhang Tianming shrugged helplessly.
Zhang Tianming's fighting style favored speed and elusive movement techniques, but before the extraordinary insight of the dual pupils, none of that gave him much of an advantage.
In the Martial Arena, as Zhang Tianming left, Shi Yi swept his gaze over the crowd and slowly spoke. "Who else?"
The moment Shi Yi's words fell, the spectator stands fell silent.
That battle had already given the younger generation present a clear understanding of Shi Yi's strength. Who would still dare step up and humiliate themselves?
"A hall full of heavenly geniuses, yet that is all..."
Seeing that no one entered the arena, Shi Yi lost interest. But just as he was about to leave, a lazy voice rang out from the platform.
"How about I give it a try?"
Everyone looked toward the voice and saw Mo Shang slowly rise to his feet on the platform, stretching lazily.
The next moment, Mo Shang took a step forward, tearing through space and arriving directly in the Martial Arena.
As Mo Shang entered the arena, everyone present stared in astonishment and began discussing among themselves.
"This man seems to be the Mo Clan's mysterious eldest young master."
"Return to Origin Realm cultivation? Looks like another genius..."
"To have cultivated to the Return to Origin Realm at such a young age, his