"Number seven versus number nine."
The second round of the competition began. The first match once again featured Li Yun, whose opponent was He Yu, ranked thirteenth on the Winged Tiger List.
WHOOSH!
A gentle breeze stirred. As soon as the instructor's voice faded, Li Yun's figure dissolved into a long trail of afterimages, instantly appearing on the arena stage.
"So fast!"
"When did he even get on the stage?"
"Truly worthy of 'Cloud Eagle,' Senior Brother Li Yun! His speed is demonic. In the entire School, perhaps only Senior Sister Zi Yuan can match his Qinggong cultivation!"
The entire martial arts arena erupted in gasps of astonishment; everyone was amazed at Li Yun's Qinggong cultivation.
Li Yun snorted lightly, a smirk of satisfaction playing on his lips as his gaze turned to Luo Feng below the stage.
Luo Feng felt Li Yun's provocative gaze and scoffed.
Li Yun's every move was as graceful as the wind, his Qinggong cultivation indeed remarkable.
