Chen Fan!
The moment those two words popped from Xiao Yan's mouth, the entire Heaven's Pride Battlefield fell into brief dead silence.
Chen Fan?
Then, people in the spectator stands came to their senses.
"Chen... Chen Fan? That Chen Fan ranked thirteenth on the Heavenly Dao Ranking?"
"Wait! He isn't Wu Wushuang? He's Chen Fan? Thirteenth place?"
"My heavens! He's only thirteenth?"
"A mere thirteenth-ranked fighter is this arrogant? He dares to challenge Di Cang like this?"
"This isn't real! This absolutely isn't real! He has to be joking!"
Those who had previously sworn with utter certainty that Xiao Yan was Wu Wushuang were all petrified.
Their mouths hung open, their eyes bulged wide, and their expressions looked as though someone had slapped them hard across the face.
"Thirteenth place? I just bet my entire fortune that he was Wu Wushuang!"
"Heavens! You aren't playing me, are you?"
Meanwhile, those who had bet on the dark horse were beside themselves with joy!
"Hahahaha! Ten-to-one! Ten-to-one! I'm rich!"
"I bet on it! I really did! I bet on that one-in-ten-thousand chance that he wasn't Wu Wushuang!"
"Haha, Chen Fan is awesome!"
The entire Heaven's Pride Battlefield descended into unprecedented chaos because of that name.
Some wailed to heaven and beat the earth, some rejoiced wildly, some stood dumbstruck, and some had their spectacles smashed to pieces.
On the arena, Di Cang's expression was even more spectacular.
First came a flash of astonishment, followed by disbelief, then fury at having been toyed with. At last, all those emotions intertwined into an indescribably complicated expression.
Chen Fan?
Thirteenth place?
This person who had placed immense pressure on his avatar, who had stood toe-to-toe with him on the Heavenly Ladder, and who had been arrogant from beginning to end, was merely the thirteenth-ranked