Huo Yan wore an equally disbelieving expression. His strongest move had actually been received so easily, dealing a heavy blow to his arrogant nature. It was truly depressing—if only it had caused even the slightest injury.
Yet such a powerful, confidence-filled move had failed to inflict even a shred of damage. How could that not be crushing?
The many influential figures in the stands were also somewhat startled that Zhao Fu had so easily blocked Huo Yan's attack.
However, beneath everyone's astonished gazes, Zhao Fu's expression had turned serious. There was no trace of contempt left, because Huo Yan possessed the ability to make him take this seriously.
Zhao Fu had effortlessly enveloped the fire crows with his Saint Realm. Because the power of the Saint Realm stood countless levels above the ninth rank, it was easy to accomplish. But once Huo Yan broke through the ninth rank, the power he unleashed would certainly not be so easy to handle.
This was the power of a peak prodigy. Zhao Fu had now experienced it firsthand and withdrawn his earlier contempt.
Zhao Fu controlled the nine fire crows shrouded in blood-red energy barriers, making them circle around his body. Their aura was equally terrifying, not the least bit weaker than the one Huo Yan had just displayed. Zhao Fu extended one hand toward Huo Yan, about to launch an attack.
Seeing this, Huo Yan hurriedly stopped Zhao Fu and called out, "I concede! There's no need to continue. That was my strongest attack, yet you received it so easily. I admit that I am inferior to you."
Zhao Fu was somewhat surprised. He had not expected Huo Yan to concede so readily and directly. Still, since the other party had conceded, Zhao Fu withdrew his attack.
A bitter smile appeared on