The Strange Ouyang Xiongfeng

At this moment, though, the most miserable one was still Wu Tianlong, who had been sent flying by Wang Tian's punch.

This feeling was truly hard to describe—humiliating, utterly humiliating.

He had disgraced himself before every family in Takamagahara.

He had even lucked into advancing through the first round without making a move. This time, he had made a move, but his opponent was such a monstrously powerful expert. What could he possibly do?

If he had to describe the feeling, it was truly like a breakup—like he would never love this world again.

Or... like getting cheated on.

He originally did not even want to return to his family. He had wanted to end himself and be done with it, but he could not even stand up. Someone had to carry him away.

Looking back at what had just happened on that enormous arena—

Everyone was dumbfounded. All of them. The more than five hundred thousand spectators, along with the roughly four thousand contestants, were utterly stunned!

They stared at the massive arena, muttering to themselves, unable to piece together a complete sentence.

If one leaned close to their mouths, one might hear the same words repeated over and over: What was going on? What was going on...?

This situation was simply far too terrifying.

Since this supposedly once-in-ten-thousand-years Takamagahara Grand Competition had begun, a month and five days had already passed.

And Ouyang Xiongfeng, the Second Elder of the Takamagahara Holy Land Council of Elders, had done nothing besides repeatedly walk on and off the stage, or announce the Holy Land's requirements and the competition rules. He had not said a single unnecessary word.

But now! He had actually spoken!

Just when everyone thought Ouyang Xiongfeng had become displeased by Wang Tian and Wu Qidi, who was sitting