After killing Qiu Tianyu, Chen Yu returned to the stands and found them packed with people.
After looking around for a while, Chen Yu spotted someone familiar and raised his hand. "Wang Shanzhang—"
"Mr. Chen, what can I do for you?"
Seeing Wang Shanzhang's increasingly respectful attitude, Chen Yu was briefly unable to process it. "Shanzhang, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing. But you beat up Qiu Tianyu, so could you please not beat me up?"
"What are you talking about? Is there something wrong with my driver's license?"
"No, absolutely not! If anyone still dares say there's something wrong with you, then there must be something wrong with them. Um, may I take you to the art examination hall?"
"Thanks. I was getting a little tired anyway."
No one else dared make a sound. They could only watch from afar as the two left.
Only after Chen Yu had disappeared did someone quietly let out a breath.
Some of them were friends with the Dao Lords. They had come intending to lend support and witness Qiu Tianyu's entire process of exposing a fraud.
Unexpectedly, not only did he fail to expose a fraud, he got beaten up himself.
There were also cultivators skilled in golem piloting who entered the martial arena and, puzzled, picked up a fragment of Iron Scrap to examine it.
Iron Scrap's construction was extremely classic. Anyone with a little knowledge could dismantle it and understand its composition.
The one Chen Yu had just scrapped was no exception.
Feeling the damage on the fragment in his hand, the cultivator sensed Chen Yu's punch through it and cried out in surprise, "Huh?"
"What is it?"
Holding up the fragment toward his approaching companion, the cultivator said, "I can't quite explain it. Take a look."
The other cultivator stepped