"Brother Guan, thank you for the match!"
Chen Shi'an put away the Windbreaker Saber and cupped his hands slightly toward Guan Meng.
Guan Meng's gaze was complicated. After a brief silence, he said slowly, "Chen Shi'an, I admit you're strong, but the fights ahead will be very dangerous for you! Watch yourself."
With that, he turned and strode away.
Chen Shi'an could tell that Guan Meng was warning him.
Watching Guan Meng walk farther and farther away until he disappeared into the crowd, Chen Shi'an withdrew his gaze, cupped his hands slightly toward the referee, and leaped off the arena.
Up in the stands, they saw Chen Shi'an take first place in his group and charge straight into the top ten.
Qianshan Xue and Xiang Li were overjoyed, yet the looks they gave Chen Shi'an also grew noticeably complicated.
If there had been an element of luck in Chen Shi'an's victory over Gu Qingyao,
now that he had defeated Guan Meng as well, beating two Third-Grade Martial Artists in succession, they could no longer call it luck.
This also meant that Chen Shi'an's true combat strength could already match a Third-Grade Martial Artist's.
Both of them could not help feeling somewhat ashamed.
They had originally come to Desolate Suppression City to keep Chen Shi'an safe.
Who would have thought that Chen Shi'an's strength had already surpassed theirs?
Moreover, during their time together, whenever something important happened, it was often Chen Shi'an who made the right judgment.
Now, rather than protectors, they seemed more like a pair of followers.
Meanwhile, on the Reviewing Platform, the Yellow-Robed Man chuckled softly. "This Chen Shi'an really is impressive. Even if he fails to place in the top ten in the Top Ten Tournament, I'll consider taking him under my command."
The middle-aged man