The words "Psychic Master" quickly set the crowd buzzing.
Psychic Masters were simply too rare. To any faction, a powerful Mind Master was an exceptionally precious asset.
"Did you see that? That guy didn't even move a finger!"
"The Ice Profound Blade went straight for his throat. If the referee hadn't intervened, his throat would've been gone."
Xu Feng stood in the arena, pretending not to hear.
He knew he had ended the fight too quickly.
A Radiant God Ninth Rank facing a law-wielding warrior of the same rank had lost without even a chance to react. That would stand out in any battle.
But that was exactly the effect Xu Feng wanted.
There was no way he could keep his identity as a Psychic Master hidden.
Now that it was out, trying to conceal it would only look strange.
All he needed to do next was put on a convincing performance. As long as he could fool people, that was enough.
A moment later, the light screen announced the arrival of his second opponent.
The newcomer was not tall, but his shoulders were exceptionally broad, and his arms were thicker than most people's thighs.
His upper body was bare, his skin gleaming dark red, as though it had been burned in fire and tempered like iron.
A thick-backed saber rested diagonally across his back, half its hilt jutting above his shoulder. He radiated menace.
He entered the arena and stamped on the flagstones, immediately scattering a cloud of dust.
"Tongye, Radiant God Ninth Rank. Six hundred fifty-five wins, three hundred ninety-nine losses."
He announced his record in a voice like muffled thunder.
Since his opponent was reasonably courteous, Xu Feng cupped his hands as well. "Xu Feng. One match, one win."
Tongye grinned and pointed his saber at Xu