Fu Haotian's sudden voice left the entire venue stunned.
But when they saw that finely dressed young master standing there with a smile, steadily holding a cloud-patterned fan, he seemed filled with absolute confidence in victory.
That bearing was clearly not the result of a momentary impulse.
Quite the opposite—it was the posture of someone holding certain victory in the palm of his hand!
The tens of thousands of spectators grew even more suspicious, and even the distinguished guests on the platform showed faint amusement in their eyes.
The Great Elder was also taken aback by those words. After a moment of hesitation, he turned back and respectfully sought instruction.
"Palace Lord, please make the decision."
Nanli Qingming's eyes remained calm, as though he had witnessed nothing more than an ordinary matter.
"Though there is no precedent, there is no reason it cannot be done."
"Let them decide this matter for themselves."
His calm, detached attitude was deeply thought-provoking.
The guests showed no reaction on the surface, but they found this Palace Lord impossible to fathom. All of them quietly remained seated, watching with interest.
The disciples outside the martial arena had already begun whispering among themselves.
"As expected of Senior Brother Fu. It seems he already has victory in the bag!"
"Hehe, what kind of person is Senior Brother Fu? Even in the Chief Competition, he has long since secured the winning ticket!"
"Hmph! He is only relying on his family background. What is there to boast about?"
"Tsk tsk, then why don't you rely on your family background and speak up too? That is ability. What can you do if you refuse to accept it?"
"Family background is also Senior Brother Fu's ability. What are you all being sour about?"
"Winning by relying on external help is shameless