If Qin Hao's earlier battles with Wang Xuan and the others had thrilled the crowd and earned their respect through his formidable strength...
Then now... they admired and revered him from the bottom of their hearts.
Not everyone would spare a thought to guide others while honing their own skills. It might have seemed that Qin Hao had done nothing but fight his opponents.
But to the crowd...
It meant a great deal!
No fewer than five people had broken through after fighting Qin Hao.
Their strength had advanced by leaps and bounds.
On the Arena, Qin Hao defeated another opponent. The man bowed to him respectfully, then leaped down in excitement to cultivate, leaving Qin Hao filled with emotion.
"Sixty wins in a row..."
"But I haven't really done anything. I've just held back my strength and tried to give them a proper fight."
Qin Hao shook his head to himself.
He had not expected so many people to break through after fighting him.
It was entirely beyond his expectations.
After all, all he had done was hold back his strength and try to fight them on equal terms.
As Qin Hao saw it, their breakthroughs owed more to the effort they had accumulated over time. Once they had built up enough, a battle against a warrior stronger than themselves...
Under those circumstances, some were bound to break through.
Of course, Qin Hao had not done nothing at all. While fighting some of them, he had sensed flaws in their sword techniques and instinctively used their own methods of attack against them...
That made their shortcomings easier for them to see, increasing their chances of a breakthrough.
The man had barely leaped down when a figure appeared like a ghost at the other end of the Arena, behind Qin