"Did that great lecher really win?"
The crowd in the stands stared in shock at the devastation left by the battle. None of them had expected that great lecher to possess such strength.
He had originally challenged from dead last, and everyone had looked down on him, thinking he was courting death. They believed that aside from playing with women, a bastard like him could not possibly possess strength comparable to the Ten Great Geniuses. The Ten Great Geniuses represented the ten strongest people in the Otherworld Region—ten people who could not be surpassed.
Yet this time, that lecher had truly shattered this ironclad rule. And he had done so without any tricks, relying purely on his genuine strength. It made everyone feel a trace of respect for him—the respect one gave a genius.
Still, feeling even a trace of respect for a lecher who wanted to bed every woman he saw felt rather strange.
What made people even more curious was just who this person truly was. His background was likely far from simple; otherwise, he could not have defeated one of the Ten Great Geniuses.
Countless people also began investigating Zhao Fu, wanting to find out just who he was.
The elephantfolk Empire was rather tense, worried for the elephantfolk's safety. Such a terrifying battle was enough to kill someone; it was no child's play.
As one of the Ten Great Geniuses, the elephantfolk's talent had already surpassed what ordinary people could imagine, and he was also someone the Empire valued immensely. Though he had lost this time, losing to someone as formidable as Zhao Fu was nothing shameful.
Within the secret realm, everyone stared at the terrifying scene in shock. This was a battle between geniuses—no matter how many lifetimes they were given, they would never be