"He lost... Damn it, how did this happen? Senior Brother Du Lei was about to win three matches in a row, only to lose the last one to Fu Ze."
"Damn! If Senior Brother Du had won, the Phoenix Feather Armor would have been his."
"And Fu Ze is far too arrogant. He's just a disciple too, and they're both in the Venerable Martial Realm. What gives him the right to say Du Lei disappointed him? Who does he think he is?"
An uproar swept through the disciples of the Azure Flame Sect. Many were as furious as they were shocked—furious at Fu Ze's arrogance, and shocked by his strength.
Much as they hated to admit it, they had to face reality.
Fu Ze was far stronger than Du Lei!
Their fight had looked fierce, but Du Lei had done most of the attacking. Fu Ze had merely moved at his leisure and easily blocked every strike.
He had been toying with Du Lei!
Then, when Fu Ze finally struck, he defeated Du Lei outright.
Du Lei had not even had a chance to fight back.
The gap was too great.
"Du Lei couldn't withstand Absolute Time." Ji Ziqi bit her lip, feeling a surge of frustration.
She was a disciple of the Azure Flame Sect, yet a disciple from another sect had crushed one of her own in a fair match. Anyone would have found that hard to swallow.
"Qin Hao."
Something occurred to Ji Ziqi, and she turned sharply toward Qin Hao. "You could tell Fu Ze was using Absolute Time. If you fought him, you should be able to beat him, right?" she asked, hope in her voice.
At least a hundred nearby disciples, including Qi Long, immediately turned to look at him, hope written across