Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
A fierce wind howled.
With Qin Hao's sword strike, a massive Wind Greatsword seemed to form before him.
It flickered in and out of sight, impossible to see clearly.
"How is that possible?!"
"A Wind Domain?"
The two men's eyes widened in disbelief. Then, unable to control their bodies, they flew through the air in arcs and crashed below the Arena.
Rustle...
Many spectators instinctively scrambled out of the way.
With two heavy thuds, the men hit the ground. Pain wracked their bodies, leaving them grimacing.
On the Arena, the wind slowly dispersed.
Qin Hao held his Long Sword in his right hand and looked down at them. "I told you. You're no match for me. Get lost."
"You..."
"Hmph."
Their faces shifted between livid and pale before settling into humiliated rage. They had attacked Qin Hao together, only for him to send them flying with a single sword strike.
And Qin Hao had clearly held back. If he had gone all out, they would have suffered far worse than being knocked away.
Neither dared say another word. They scrambled to their feet and fled.
The square fell strangely silent. Many people stared blankly at Qin Hao on the Arena.
"Who is he? He's strong enough to defeat two True Martial Realm Ninth Layer experts with one strike."
"He's certainly impressive. I'd say he could win twenty matches in a row."
"Not necessarily. Did you see? What he used just now was a Wind Domain, and not a high-level one—only Second-Order! A Wind Domain is useful as support at best. I'd say he'd be lucky to win ten in a row."
"That makes sense! Those two were simply careless. Give them time to prepare, and breaking through his Wind Domain would be easy."
People murmured among themselves,