No one thought highly of Chen Fan. The Golden Core Realm and the Foundation Establishment Realm were fundamentally two extremes—one was an immensely powerful existence, while the other was, by comparison, utterly weak.
By the standards of relationships in the Cultivation World, this was like a disciple-level figure facing off against a grandmaster Elder. There was simply no comparison.
"I'm afraid he won't even last twenty exchanges. That expert has brought out her Magic Tool—clearly, she doesn't intend to drag this out. She wants a swift battle!" someone said with a shake of his head as he watched Chen Fan and the black-clad old woman on the white stepped platform.
"Not necessarily. Chen Fan's talent is too heaven-defying. Every time people thought he was doomed to die, he ended up winning. It's just that this time, it looks like he truly can't win. Still, since he dared to accept the challenge, he must have some hidden move in reserve," a young genius analyzed calmly, his eyes fixed on Chen Fan.
"It's hard to say whether he has any trump cards, but he can face this battle so calmly because this is a Heavenly Court body. Even if he is killed, only his Divine Soul will be injured. He'll recover after some time, and the loss won't be too great," another person said gravely.
Meanwhile, Chen Jingjing and Zhang Rumeng had already joined Shen Wushuang. Both were rather nervous, their small hands clutching at the corners of their clothes.
"Sister Wushuang, if... if Brother Chen Fan loses, how long will it take for him to recover his body?" Zhang Rumeng hesitated before finally asking.
It was what Chen Jingjing had wanted to ask as well. They had only just reunited with Chen Fan and had barely exchanged a few words. If