After announcing his name, Yi Yang rested both hands on the Tiger Roar Saber's hilt and stood in the center of the arena.
The murmurs below quickly multiplied.
"Yi Yang?"
"Which Yi Yang?"
"Who else? The one everyone was talking about before. He only joined the Nether Spring Office six months ago, and he's already gone from Deputy Patrol Director to Patrol Director. Now he's a Candidate Chief Inspector. He gets promoted faster than we eat meals."
"I heard he killed Mo Qianhe, Wei Zhao, and Ye Jin in White Fish City. Even several third inner qi fighters joining forces couldn't stop him."
"One of them had even reached third inner qi completion."
"His battle record can't be faked. There probably aren't many in the Inner Qi Realm who could keep him down."
The people around the arena grew increasingly animated.
Discussion surged in from every direction, and several young Patrol Guards stood on tiptoe to get a better look at the man onstage.
Yi Yang stood in the center of the arena, Tiger Roar upright before him, its tip resting on the ground.
He didn't release his aura like Wang Hechang, nor did he actively invite challengers like Xiao Yunhe.
He simply stood there, his gray outer robe fluttering lightly twice in the wind.
To outsiders, he was merely a strange old man with jet-black hair and an aged face. His aura showed third inner qi completion, without much sense of pressure.
Yet the more he acted like this, the more those who knew their stuff felt he was no ordinary man.
On the left below the arena, the bushy-bearded Candidate Chief Inspector from the Evil Punishment Office turned his head and whispered something to his colleague. Both looked toward the arena, their expressions shifting from indifference to scrutiny.