At this point, only Master and South Korea's number one expert, Kim Dehuan, remained on the arena.
Master had a cigarette dangling from his lips and took out a lighter to light it.
Without even glancing at his opponent, he lit his cigarette and spoke in our Mountain City dialect:
"Hmph! Kim Dehuan, I'm gonna beat you until you scream..."
With his poor grasp of Chinese, the other man clearly could not understand the Mountain City dialect.
He merely frowned slightly before speaking:
"You are truly fortunate to be able to fight South Korea's number one expert, me."
As he spoke, his entire body trembled, and a powerful surge of true qi burst forth.
The qi ripples of the mid-Spiritual Wisdom Realm instantly spread across the entire martial arts arena...
The mid-Spiritual Wisdom Realm counted as a top-tier level of strength among all major sects.
For example, Daoist Qingshan was only at this level himself.
"What a powerful aura!"
"It's over, it's over. That old man can't beat him!"
"So this is a Spiritual Wisdom Realm expert?"
"Looking across our Northeast, there probably aren't many fellow cultivators with this level of cultivation, right?"
"Too strong. That unknown fellow cultivator is probably going to lose!"
"..."
These people started growing pessimistic again.
However, some had sharper eyes.
"Don't be so pessimistic, everyone. That fellow cultivator's aura is steady. He looks down on his opponent, and that young man called him Master just now.
This fellow cultivator may be even stronger."
"How much stronger? This is the mid-Spiritual Wisdom Realm!
Think about it. How many experts in the major sects have reached this realm?
That fellow cultivator is thin and dark, and he doesn't look strong at all!"
This realm was not something that could be found everywhere.
That was what worried