At the very beginning, no one believed Yang Chen could challenge Sima Long. Even across the entire Central Capital region, indeed the whole human world, no one could do it.
Because in a certain sense, the record Sima Long had achieved was already impossible to surpass. Even Wu Changkong himself could not deny it; otherwise, he would not have believed that He Feng, having reached only the Seventeenth Level, could already cow the three sects.
Because throughout Imperial history, there had been few genius martial artists who could stop at the Eighteenth Level.
This showed just how outstanding Sima Long's achievement was. It could be said that for geniuses of the same generation, someone attaining such an exceptional result was simply a sorrowful thing.
Yet Yang Chen had crushed Sima Long in speed.
Calling it a crushing was no exaggeration.
Sima Long's expression turned ugly, his face somewhat unnatural.
Why? Why did this Yang Chen repeatedly make him so uncomfortable?
"I truly do not know what you are all so surprised about. Yang Chen clearly only wants to disgust Sima Long by relying on speed. In truth, I think he probably used all his strength within the first ten levels. That would indeed make him faster, but so what?"
"If that is really the case, Yang Chen will wilt completely after the tenth level."
"Yeah, he has only surpassed Sima Long in speed. When it comes to the number of levels, Yang Chen is ultimately nothing but a joke."
"I can understand his pathetic mindset. He wants to surpass Sima Long in one matter and prove himself. But in the end, he is merely a clown leaping about on a stage."
Once someone said this, those below quickly came to believe that Yang Chen had merely unleashed his full strength