Previously, Nangong Wanwan had merely been curious about Zhao Feng.
Curious about what kind of man her old rival Su Qingwan had grown close to.
As her longtime rival, she knew that no man under heaven had ever caught Su Qingwan's eye. The same was true of herself. So when she learned some of the stories about Su Qingwan and Zhao Feng through the Heavenly Demon Cult's channels, her curiosity was greatly piqued.
But she did not believe Zhao Feng possessed anything exceptional. Instead, she wanted to put him in his place before everyone, to show them that the man Su Qingwan favored was nothing special.
Yet even after suffering a small, hidden setback against him just now, she had thought she had merely been careless. Seeing Zhao Feng defeat Murong Fu and Ye Wuya, both fellow Innate Realm cultivators, with just a few punches and kicks finally made her reassess him.
Her slender fingers, pale as the white of a scallion, tapped lightly against the back of her chair as she considered something.
The next three matches unfolded one after another in the center of the stone platform.
Each proceeded a little faster than the earlier matches. Most of the young Innate Realm experts participating knew one another, or had heard of their opponents and studied their moves, so the probing exchanges became much shorter when they took the stage.
After the three matches concluded, the proceedings paused for a while. The luminous stones around the platform dimmed slightly, as though gathering energy for the next round.
At that moment, after Xiao Wuchen whispered a few words to Chen Ran, Chen Ran glanced at Zhao Feng from afar, stepped forward, and walked toward the center of the platform. He did not pause as he crossed the boundary marked by