Volume One, Chapter 317
Zhao Fu's performance quickly drew everyone's attention.
"Who is this guy? He's really strong—no one can withstand even a single move from him."
"Not sure. He looks quite unfamiliar; I've never seen him before."
"I heard he comes from Yue Xiaoqian's family. Recently, Yue Xiaoqian's family has been making quite a splash, and many people have been discussing them."
"Yeah, I think Yue Xiaoqian's family is about to rise to prominence. We should build a good relationship with them in the future."
"There's no need to compare his strength. He'll definitely be the final victor of this competition."
"I think so too. He's the only one in the whole arena with that kind of strength. No one can compare to him."
Zhao Fu defeated another young man. This was the seventh person Zhao Fu had defeated. Fewer than a hundred people remained in the arena now—or, more precisely, fewer than a hundred were still standing. Everyone else was already lying on the ground.
The others in the arena also noticed Zhao Fu.
Another token appeared before Zhao Fu, with the number nine displayed on its branch. Following the number's sensing, Zhao Fu looked toward a man with a small patch of beard.
The people around them all stopped and looked toward Zhao Fu.
Zhao Fu walked up to that man. Feeling an immense pressure, the man immediately assumed a defensive stance.
Zhao Fu looked at him calmly and waved his hand. A powerful force instantly sent the man flying, knocking him unconscious on the ground, unable to get back up.
The gap between them was that immense. Even though the man had put up a defense, he had not the slightest power to resist and was sent flying in an instant.
Everyone sucked in a