"As expected, the obstacles have thrown quite a few of them into a panic."
On the raised platform, Mu Fengzheng watched the scene unfolding on the Proof-Seeking Bridge and shook his head slightly, clearly dissatisfied with the disciples' performance.
The wooden figures were not particularly powerful. They were merely there to get in the way.
Unfortunately, these inner disciples took them far too seriously, treating each one like a formidable enemy and slowing themselves down.
"This..." As Mu Fengzheng sighed softly, Long Aotian's pupils contracted beside him.
He had spotted a figure still moving as swiftly as a streak of light. The young man seemed to know how the wooden figures would move, cleverly evading their attacks with every step.
No!
Rather than evading their attacks, he was simply streaking straight past them!
That young man was Jun Wangchen.
Long Aotian could only see where Jun Wangchen's feet landed, not how he began each step.
It was as though space flickered, and Jun Wangchen appeared somewhere else.
Too fast!
Jun Wangchen's speed left every inner disciple he overtook utterly bewildered.
"How exactly is this guy moving?"
"Could he have a spatial transportation artifact?"
"He's definitely going to make the top ten this time."
Everyone was horrified, at a loss for words to describe Jun Wangchen's astonishing speed.
Many of the inner disciples who broke through the wooden figures were ecstatic. They believed they had secured themselves a place in the top hundred.
Yet before they had sprinted more than a few meters, an invisible mist suddenly enveloped the Proof-Seeking Bridge.
Their bodies grew heavy, and their feet felt as though they were filled with lead. Even a single step became a struggle.
Some of the quicker thinkers immediately used their soul power to propel their bodies forward, counteracting the