On the Tournament Stage, Jun Wangchen's expression grew calmer and his eyes clearer as palm strikes swept toward him from every direction.
When the force of the strikes came within half a meter of him, he suddenly raised his hand and slashed downward. A longsword formed from spiritual power flashed like a brilliant streak across the heavens.
Boom!
The collision resounded across the entire Tournament Stage, stirring up wild winds and churning clouds until no one could look straight at it.
A moment later, a figure flew backward, spraying a mouthful of blood into the air.
Everyone focused their eyes, then froze in stunned disbelief.
It was none other than Zhang Gang!
On the Tournament Stage, Jun Wangchen stood in the center, his imposing presence soaring. A sigh escaped his lips, carrying a cold sense of solitude.
"Not even as good as a corpse. Sigh..."
Silence settled over the entire Open-Air Martial Arts Arena.
Looking at Zhang Gang, unconscious and coughing up blood, everyone drew a sharp breath.
It had happened in an instant. Before they could even see what had occurred, Zhang Gang had spat out blood and lost consciousness.
For a moment, every gaze directed at Jun Wangchen filled with admiration.
In this world, strength commanded respect.
And Jun Wangchen was precisely such a powerhouse.
"Well done, Jun Wangchen! You're amazing!" Qian Rumo cheered excitedly.
Zifeng Town also breathed a sigh of relief, looking delighted.
They had won the fourth match as well. As long as Jun Wangchen won the final match, the East District would win the first round and advance to the finals.
Zi Hanyan gazed at Jun Wangchen, who stood as steady as a mountain on the platform. Her beautiful eyes brimmed with admiration, though she kept it deeply hidden.
"Damn it!" Looking at the