"What the—what just happened?"
"Oh my God, what is that?"
The scene on the combat platform left everyone stunned. Because the figures had been so dense moments ago, most people hadn't even seen Chu Feng make his move. They only saw the afterimages suddenly dissipate, and the Wind Listening Sect disciple had been reduced to his current state.
"Quite the fierce attack."
But unlike the bewildered crowd, Su Hen, the City Lord of Vermilion Bird City, was visibly impressed. He had been watching Chu Feng's platform the entire time, so he had caught every detail of the exchange.
"Father, I told you, didn't I? This Chu Feng possesses Mental Power — these kinds of misdirection martial arts are useless against him." Su Rou stood obediently behind Su Hen, her expression one of perfect composure.
"It's not just about Mental Power. Even with Mental Power, someone who has only cultivated a basic Mystic Art shouldn't be able to defeat a Yuan Martial First Level opponent so easily while only at Spirit Martial Eighth Level. It's this boy's extraordinary talent that grants him such strength."
"Within the borders of Qingzhou, anyone whose cultivation speed is even slightly above average is hailed as a genius. But in truth, they merely possess the baseline aptitude required for cultivation. A true genius is someone like this Chu Feng — capable of what others cannot even attempt."
Su Hen fixed his gaze on Chu Feng, his eyes filled with admiration, then turned to Su Rou: "Rou'er, you and your sisters didn't misjudge this one. You must do everything you can to win Chu Feng over. Our Su family may come to rely on him in the future."
"Amazing — that Chen Wanxi truly deserves her status as a core disciple of the Lingyun Sect. She defeated her opponent with just a single move."
Just then, an eruption of gasps rippled through the crowd outside. On another combat platform, Chen Wanxi had likewise crushed her opponent with a thunderous strike — again, using only one move.
And unlike Chu Feng's ambiguous finish, her strike had been executed right before everyone's eyes. All had witnessed firsthand how she shattered her opponent's momentum in a single blow.
"Wanxi is too incredible. Looks like our Purple Gold City has a real shot at taking the championship this time."
"More than a shot — it's practically guaranteed. There are only two Yuan Martial Second Level experts on these platforms now. Wanxi already finished her opponent in one move, while the other one is still locked in a stalemate. His opponent is only Yuan Martial First Level — a full realm below him!"
"Now that you mention it, you're right. This guy may be strong too, but compared to Wanxi, he's seriously lacking. He doesn't even feel like a Yuan Martial Second Level cultivator. That's strange — someone like him actually outperformed Wanxi in the Ghost-Horned Beast hunt by a wide margin?"
"Hmph. Maybe he pulled the same kind of trick as that Chu Feng."
The prodigies of Purple Gold City turned their attention to the other core disciple of the Lingyun Sect. This young man was currently the single most watched figure on the field — bar none.
Because during the earlier Ghost-Horned Beast hunt, his results had been nothing short of spectacular. Yet this combat had left the spectators thoroughly disappointed.
As the representative of Wind City — champions for several consecutive tournaments — as a core disciple of the Lingyun Sect, and as a Yuan Martial Second Level expert, he was locked in a dead heat against a mere Yuan Martial First Level opponent. The fight was so evenly matched that neither side could gain the upper hand.
His speed and strength were barely distinguishable from his opponent's, and his martial arts were utterly unremarkable. There was genuinely not a single impressive thing about his performance.
"HAAAH!"
Suddenly, the Yuan Martial First Level youth unleashed his power. A devastating punch carrying tremendous force slammed forward, causing the entire platform to shudder. It was a Fourth-tier Martial Art, but in the youth's hands, its full destructive potential was on clear display. This was no ordinary strike.
Swoosh— The Wind City youth, however, remained calm and unhurried. Without the slightest panic, he threw his own punch — also a Fourth-tier Martial Art.