"Indeed..."
In a public stand within the vast spectator arena, Fish Tiger wore a hood that concealed his identity. He watched the projection screen overhead with a subtle expression.
"Interesting, interesting. That one actually lost to Chen Fan."
"Given the power of Chen Fan's swordsmanship, he should not have been able to break the Mingwang Body..."
In truth, even Fish Tiger could not judge the power of Chen Fan's moves from a projection alone.
But he had witnessed Chen Fan's swordsmanship firsthand not long ago.
And he clearly understood Wisdom's strength—or at least, he knew that Wisdom's special body-tempering divine art was called the Mingwang Body.
It was precisely because he knew both sides that he found it all the stranger.
Outside, Chen Fan had needed the enhancement of the Cold Edge Sword for his swordsmanship to become powerful enough to force Fish Tiger into the Mind-Aspect World.
Within an illusion, the same swordsmanship would be far, far weaker!
In his eyes, the strength Chen Fan could display should not have been enough to shatter Wisdom's Vajra Body so easily.
"Either that one was caught off guard and failed to bring out his full strength, or Chen Fan has made considerable progress since then. Interesting..."
A dim gleam flickered through his eyes.
Meanwhile.
In the hall where all the great figures had gathered.
As the result of the battle between the two emerged, the hall also became lively.
Amid the blazing firelight, a deep, powerful laugh rang out. "Hahaha! That old fellow from Diamond Temple, after reincarnating, actually got defeated by a brat."
Star Lord said blandly:
"Wisdom's memories of past lives have not fully awakened, and his strength is far below what it once was. Without using Silent-Mouth Zen, it is only natural for him to lose. I