Everyone, both on and off the stage, heard what Wang Yan said very clearly.
In the stillness, when everything was silent, he uttered these words so clearly and solemnly that it was hard for anyone not to hear them.
This also made many people laugh.
"Draw your sword? Is that a threat?"
"Idiot, who does he think he is?"
"Senior Brother Chu had better be taken down with him... Tsk, what kind of trash dares to provoke Senior Brother Chu and challenge the majesty of our Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven."
"To think that a mayfly can shake the heavens and earth simply because it won a match by luck and with a meager amount of skill is utterly laughable."
"..."
Those who mock, ridicule, and laugh are mostly people from the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven.
They were already known for their eccentric personalities.
While the other members of the Holy Heaven didn't ridicule Wang Yan as much as those from the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven, they still didn't think much of him either, and even felt that Wang Yan was just a joke.
From the second round until now, everyone can see that Wang Yan is a sword cultivator.
but...
No matter how strong he is, can he possibly defeat Chu Li?
If he were really that good, he wouldn't have been holding back in the first two rounds.
--Now that things have come to this, many people are gradually realizing what's going on.
They deduced that Wang Yan must have been holding back in the second round; otherwise, he wouldn't have won so easily against Cheng Yiran.
But that's about it.
Why should a cultivator conceal their abilities?
They simply want to win by surprise.
In other words, it means they lack confidence in their own abilities.
If one is confident, such as Jiang Chengzun, Shangguan Jue, or Chu Li, there is no need to hide anything.
Strong is strong!
Therefore, even if Wang Yan is hiding his true strength, it is definitely very limited.
This is the consensus among the people.
So, seeing Wang Yan so seriously saying he was going to draw his sword, as if it were something extraordinary, they could only find it both laughable and absurd.
Wang Yan, however, did not care about anyone's opinion. He looked at Chu Li on the stage, pursed his lips, and when he raised his eyes again, his aura suddenly changed.
Chu Li paused slightly.
He was extremely sensitive to changes in Wang Yan's aura.
This made him realize that the person in front of him was not as weak as he had initially thought.
but...
So what!
A flash of madness suddenly appeared in Chu Li's eyes. He curled his lips into a smile and raised his hand, channeling his Spiritual Power to attack Wang Yan.
His figure flashed across the arena like a bolt of lightning, carrying Saint Art aura that was both overwhelming and destructive, his intention being to defeat his opponent in one move.
Wang Yan raised his eyelids and looked at Chu Li, who was charging towards him, his expression even colder.
The wind whistled past his ear, lifting a strand of long hair from the side of his face. Wang Yan casually turned to the side, raised his hand, and threw a punch!
boom!
The Spiritual Power surged and exploded. Chu Li raised his arms in front of him and retreated several meters. He suddenly turned around and stopped, looking slightly disheveled. He clenched his fists and his eyes shot towards Wang Yan like lightning.
In mid-air, he met Wang Yan's unwavering eyes, his anger intensifying, but even more so, he felt a sense of astonishment accompanied by a sharp pain in his chest.
Amidst the swirling dust, Chu Li slowly straightened up and gently wiped his lips with his hand.
The glaring crimson bloomed on his fingertips, causing him to pause in his movements. At the same time, a surge of anger and astonishment welled up in his heart, all of which transformed into a cold smile on his lips.
"Good, very good."
"You actually managed to hurt me... Ha..."
Even so, anyone could hear the fury in Chu Li's tone.
His eyes flickered, forcibly suppressing the disbelief welling up inside him.
For him, this scene was simply impossible!
Wang Yan actually managed to hurt him!!
This is not the most important issue.
Most importantly...
call--
Chu Li exhaled, and when he looked at Wang Yan again, a hint of caution finally appeared in his eyes.
Now that things have come to this, he has no choice but to admit it.
Wang Yan did indeed surprise him a bit.
Putting everything else aside, the opponent's physical strength alone was terrifying to him.
The others below the stage were so shocked when they saw the trace of blood at the corner of Chu Li's mouth that many of them stood up.
"Hiss! That guy from the Primordial Holy Heaven, who was it again... Wang Yan! Right, Wang Yan, he actually managed to make Chu Li vomit blood with a single punch!?"
"This, this..."
"Even the Desolate Ancient Saint Art couldn't withstand his fist techniques?"
"What kind of cultivation Cultivation Method does he practice? Wang Yan... this person, ugh... is truly terrifyingly powerful. I admit, I was speaking too loudly before."
Countless people were shocked, countless people were stunned.
Even more people from the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven stared wide-eyed, some even enraged.
"Damn it, what kind of evil method did Wang Yan use to be able to injure Senior Brother Chu?"
"Despicable! They've been hiding their true strength all this time; the Primordial Holy Heaven is utterly vile!!"
"Senior Brother Mo Yao's defeat was not unjust; such deep scheming is unworthy of a prodigy!"
However, apart from them, nobody else thought so.
Below the stage, Feng Wuji, who had refused to leave, stared wide-eyed at the arena, swallowing hard.
Now...
Even if he's blind or arrogant, he can still see it.
Wang Yan...
He once thought that Fellow Daoist Wang, who could only follow behind him and be protected by him, was not an ordinary prodigy at all.
His opponent's strength far surpassed his!
So... he's always been better than me...
Does that mean he didn't need to be rescued by me in the first round of the secret realm?
Thinking of this, Feng Wuji's breath hitched. If it weren't for the fact that even the slightest movement caused him excruciating pain, he probably would have wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.
He had actually been boasting about it in front of Fellow Daoists Qu and Wang!
How could he face them after this? How could he continue to call them brothers?
Thinking of this, Feng Wuji suddenly bit his lower lip, his eyes revealing a hint of resentment, despair, and deep pain that he had previously hidden.
Almost forgot...
Even without this incident, I would never have been able to travel with them again.
He's finished.
It's impossible for Holy Heaven to have the resources to rebuild his life.
He also didn't want the headmaster, who had always been kind to him, to bear such immense pressure for his sake.
he...
There is no future.
Feng Wuji's gaze slowly dimmed as he looked at Wang Yan, who had withdrawn his fist on the stage. He tried to curl his lips into a smile, but in the end, only a bitter yet relieved one appeared on his lips.
Being able to witness Chu Li being beaten before completely retiring from the world of geniuses was a great comfort...
Alright, let it be.
On the arena, Wang Yan remained silent, only rapidly closing in on Chu Li.
His fists overlapped, falling simply and unadorned, each strike accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, each blow tearing through the air, each punch landing squarely on the flesh.
Chu Li was completely overwhelmed by his attacks and could only parry!
Wang Yan hasn't drawn his sword yet; the reason he's only using his fists to bombard the enemy is that he's forcing himself to calm down.
Amidst the resounding bombardment, the blood vessels in Chu Li's eyes grew increasingly dense, and he became increasingly irritable.
Finally, he abruptly shook off Wang Yan, leaped back swiftly, raised his hand in front of him, and quickly outlined the shapes of several mysterious Daoist techniques, all while letting out a loud shout.
"Enough!!"
"That's enough for me!"