"It was only a bottle of Evolution Fluid."
The voice on the other end spoke calmly:
"If the imperial son wants it, give it to him. A bottle of Fifth-Stage Evolution Fluid may be precious, but it isn't worth offending the Dao Yan Imperial Clan over..."
Mo Yuan fell silent for a moment before answering:
"Yes, I understand."
He ended the call and let out a long breath.
"The imperial son..."
He murmured, watching the figure that had vanished through the exit, a complicated look flickering in his eyes:
"No wonder... he possessed such strength at such a young age..."
The night was deep.
After ten consecutive matches, to everyone's astonishment, the young man in Daoist robes still stood quietly, undefeated.
Buzz...
A crisp sound rang out, like jade chimes striking together.
The rune-inscribed warhammer, heavy enough to crush mountains and wrapped in azure lightning, shattered inch by inch before Dao Yi's finger as though it were made of paper!
Broken Mountain was also blasted backward by the immense recoil, crashing heavily onto the ground dozens of yards away and smashing out a huge crater before passing out.
The entire Arena fell silent.
A moment later, deafening, frenzied cheers erupted!
"Fate Origin! Fate Origin! Fate Origin!"
The audience had gone completely mad.
They waved the tickets in their hands and screamed themselves hoarse. Some were even so excited that tears streamed down their faces.
Ten straight victories!
This mysterious youth named "Fate Origin" had truly achieved ten straight victories!
Dao Yi stood in the middle of the arena, calm throughout.
He raised his head, his gaze passing through the dome above the competition zone toward the bottle of Evolution Fluid hanging in the central venue.
The Evolution Fluid was pale gold throughout, reflecting dazzling radiance beneath the lights.
Within