The Might of a Single Punch

Yan lost consciousness and was sent flying straight off the arena.

Below the arena, the Cardinal serving as referee hurriedly leaped forward and caught Yan in his arms.

His Holiness the Pope placed great importance on the Golden Generation. Even as a Cardinal, he had to treat them with the utmost care.

After catching Yan, the Cardinal quickly examined his condition. Though he had suffered serious injuries, fortunately, his foundation had not been damaged.

His potential remained, and he could continue cultivating and advancing bravely in the future.

Only then did the Cardinal breathe a sigh of relief. He sent Yan aside and had the Spirit Hall healing Soul Masters on standby stabilize his injuries first.

Having done all that, the Cardinal turned his gaze back to the arena.

He looked at Ning Chen, who was cutting down all opposition, with a complicated expression.

He had thought this year's Continental Elite Soul Master Tournament would be the stage where Spirit Hall's Golden Generation ran wild and displayed their fame.

Yet before they could achieve anything, they had already suffered defeat. Heaven Dou Royal Academy had produced such a freak, allowing him to tread upon Spirit Hall's Golden Generation and build his own reputation instead.

It was easy to imagine that His Holiness the Pope would be furious after this battle. He could only hope that the Pope's wrath would not spread to him.

The Cardinal secretly sighed, feeling an inexplicable irritation in his heart.

On the arena.

Although Xie Yue and Hu Liena had been knocked out of their Martial Soul fusion state by Ning Chen's punch and were now extremely weak, their faces remained full of stubborn defiance.

Xie Yue forced himself upright with his Moon Blade as support. Hu Liena rose as well, and the two of them