At that moment, Qin An of the Great Qin Dynasty was dazzling everyone on the Martial Platform. He seemed possessed by a god of war, his entire body wrapped tightly in armor that offered not the slightest glimpse of his true appearance.
Yet Ye Yuan, Ye Hao, and the others stared intently at him, studying him as though he were a mysterious riddle. They felt they had seen him before, but could not recall where, and sank into thought.
Ying Ming Hao was also chatting merrily with Ye Hua, Lin Zihan, Miss Shui, and the others. They commented on every Heavenly Prodigy who took the stage to spar, their delighted laughter rising one after another like cheerful notes dancing through the air, making quite a few male Heavenly Prodigies red-eyed with envy.
"Number twenty-seven!"
Qin An brought down the Heavenly Prodigy before him with a slash of his saber and murmured under his breath, as though recounting his glorious record.
This was the twenty-seventh Heavenly Prodigy he had defeated, and it made him the focus of everyone present.
"Qin An! Qin An! Qin An!"
Countless spectators shouted in unison, their thunderous voices ringing through the clouds and driving the atmosphere to a fever pitch.
By contrast, the faces of the Heavenly Prodigies from the three great worlds were as dark as the sky before a storm. Apart from Zhu Tinglan, Yun Wangshu, Shui Zhuxuan, and a handful of others who had achieved decent results, the rest had been crushed by the Heavenly Prodigies of the Xuanhuang World, leaving them even more desperate for a hole to crawl into.
"Who else will come down and fight!"
Qin An raised his head, his voice booming like a great bell, deafening all who heard it.
As he took a Healing Pill from