The excitement he spoke of was naturally not the excitement of the two fighting.
Rather, it was the strength Shangguan Wan'er had displayed that drew everyone's attention.
With just a single palm strike, she had beaten Little Hegemon Wang Chong into begging for mercy.
Wang Chong rose from the ground, somewhat humiliated and enraged.
But he understood that even if he were given another chance, he would still choose to admit defeat.
The palm wind alone had made it difficult for him to resist. If that palm strike had truly landed, his life would have been in danger.
Everyone said Shangguan Wan'er was a Heaven-Blessed Genius, a woman unrivaled through the ages. Before, it had only been hearsay.
They had thought she had merely been deified.
Now, however, it seemed to be true.
Wang Chong quickly walked off the stage to avoid becoming the subject of further discussion.
Meanwhile, on the Ancient Battlefield, after this battle, many of those who had been restless and eager to make a move began to calm down.
After all, people like Du Bujie, who picked up easy gains, were few.
Most of the candidates sent by the Six Domains were actually very strong.
A brief silence fell among the thirty-six people.
On the other side, Shangguan Xiong Ba, the head of the Shangguan Family, gave one of the thirty-six people a meaningful look.
That person immediately understood.
He stepped out from the crowd and shouted, "I want to challenge someone."
Step by step, he entered the Ancient Battlefield.
He wore white, with the occasional black specks upon his robe like splashed ink.
He was not even wearing shoes, walking barefoot upon the ground.
He carried an air of wild, unrestrained abandon.
His face was stern, his eyes bright and piercing, and he stood straight