At the sight, most of the Cang Mountain Academy disciples cheered.
Even Ye Tianming, who was cold by nature and disliked noise, showed a faint smile.
Whatever the case, opening the competition with a victory like this was a wonderful thing for the academy.
Ye Tianming murmured almost inaudibly, "As expected of my rival. He really is stronger than he was a month ago."
Sitting beside Ye Tianming, Ba Ming could not help feeling a little glum at his words. But everyone around them was cheering and celebrating, so he could hardly make any snide remarks. He could only join in the applause.
"Good, well done! Qianyuan, I was worried you were too young and inexperienced, and would fall into his trap. I never expected you to be prepared for his Lion's Roar Technique. It seems your observations were even clearer and more meticulous than those of us watching from the sidelines. You even turned his carelessness against him, pressing him step by step and taking him down in one breath!"
"If you keep this momentum in your next matches, you'll easily advance. You might even become one of the eight secretly selected seeds and avoid the strongest opponents. That would give you a much better chance of reaching the final contest!"
When Fang Qianyuan returned, Gong Yuan patted his shoulder in satisfaction and spoke with a smile.
The Institute Master also nodded slightly, looking deeply gratified.
"Well? Did you get a clear look?"
While everyone from the Cang Mountain Academy was immersed in their joy, an elder of the Wudong Training Institute's Heavenly Hall was speaking with a young man who looked like a disciple outside the railing surrounding the stands.
The disciple's eyes were an unusual azure blue. No aura of surging spirit essence emanated from him,