Sparks filled the sky like dazzling fireworks, blanketing the Middle Area of the Forest of Death.
Even the thick fog seemed to thin considerably.
The martial artists at the Virtual Center gasped as they watched everything unfold on the screen.
"Damn, an explosion covering that much ground? What Martial Technique did that guy use?"
"He's strong, insanely strong! Not only are his Martial Techniques incredible, his perception is exceptional too. He hasn't touched a single stalk of Mutant Needlegrass anywhere he's gone."
"Exactly. And he's used more than one Martial Technique. That instantaneous teleportation earlier is all the proof we need."
"That's not all. His spiritual power is far stronger than that of martial artists at his level. He can actually shape it into physical weapons like longswords and spears. That shows just how powerful it is."
"The training grounds alter challengers' appearances slightly, but they don't change their ages. That means this guy is only in his early twenties."
"Fuck, I was still stuck at the Human Tier when I was twenty, and this guy's already reached the Black Tier. Goddamn, comparisons really do drive you mad!"
Cries of astonishment rang out from every corner of the Virtual Training Center. Every martial artist there was stunned by Jun Wangchen's performance on the screen.
He was so young, yet possessed unbelievable strength and composure far beyond his years. It was truly breathtaking.
Meanwhile, inside the Forest of Death, Jun Wangchen had escaped the Mutant Needlegrass zone with Mo Duoduo and reached the Inner Area.
Looking back, he saw the corpses that had managed to follow them struggling and churning within the Mutant Needlegrass zone. They still seemed determined to pursue them, but eventually fell beneath the grass's relentless needles.
Even a mighty dragon could lose on another creature's turf,