Bang!
Tan Yuming flew out of the Golden Throne Hall and smashed a crater dozens of meters across into the ground, blood pouring from all seven orifices.
No fallback plan? How did he dare stand still? And... wasn't that punch of mine a little too heavy?
Tan Chengcheng clenched her fists.
If her senses were right, the instant she threw that punch, its force had exceeded what someone at the peak of the World-Raising Realm should possess, matching the physical strength of the early Suspended Sky Realm.
It was mystic wonder...
Was Demon Fiend Zhang behind it?
Tan Chengcheng glanced back at Zhang Yuan.
Zhang Yuan nodded slightly.
Tch, it really was him. Does he look down on my strength? Forget it. I'll count it as a kind gesture.
Tan Chengcheng muttered inwardly.
In fact, even without Zhang Yuan's help, she had been all but certain of victory. She had long since seen through Tan Yuming's petty tricks and prepared ways to counter them.
In short, a good outcome was all that mattered.
Come to think of it, why is the Celestial Person from the Demon Realm whom Tan Yuming recruited standing with Zhang Yuan, calling him Brother Return to True at every turn? Could they have known each other all along, holding off on acknowledging it just to trip Tan Yuming up at the critical moment?
Very likely.
Tsk, Tan Yuming really is miserable, getting played like that by two Celestial Persons from the Demon Realm.
The outcome was settled.
Zhang Yuan teased her with a faint smile. "Congratulations, Eldest Princess. Your first time competing in Freestyle Fighting in the Golden Throne Hall, and you've already taken first place."
Tan Chengcheng did not understand every word, but she grasped the general meaning. Assuming it was a dialect peculiar to