[Chu Feng vs. Chen Yan!]
When those enormous characters finally settled in the center of the light screen hanging in midair, the entire virtual arena fell into a peculiar silence.
All the comments that had been boiling over—whether praise, curses, or jokes—vanished in an instant.
Then came an eruption a hundred times more intense than any before.
"No way! Chu Feng! It's that Chu Feng!"
"It's over, it's over! The dark horse ran into a brick wall! This is going to be good!"
"I hereby declare this the best match of the league! The finals are happening early!"
"Hahaha, isn't Chen Yan supposed to be great at one-shotting people? Let's see him try that on Chu Feng! I want to know what fancy tricks he's got up his sleeve now!"
"Chen Yan, you might be a freak, but against Chu Feng, the 'Master of All Martial Arts,' you can only accept defeat!"
The uproar in the stands threatened to overturn the virtual sky above the sea.
The eight contestants at the center of attention all reacted differently.
The other six, apart from Chen Yan and Chu Feng, let out a long breath almost simultaneously, the tension in their faces easing at once.
Thank goodness they hadn't drawn either of those monsters.
At the quarterfinals, everyone was one of the top Professional Rank 9 fighters. Yet somehow, two completely unreasonable freaks had ended up in the same bracket.
Chen Yan was the newly crowned legend of speed. His methods were strange and ever-changing, and no one had yet managed to force him to reveal the true ace he kept hidden. No one felt confident facing him.
Chu Feng, meanwhile, was an insurmountable peak looming over every young genius in the Imperial Capital.
His virtual avatar was a slightly chubby boy with