BREAK!
ARGH!
Yi Chen's punch broke through his opponent's wind sphere and landed straight on his chest.
Like a broken kite, the cultivator flew out of the stage. His unconscious figure skidded and rolled over the ground before coming to a standstill.
"Feng Clan has officially risen to the Eighteenth Rank!"
"This…."
Feng Haoran, who had been witnessing the events unfolding right before his eyes, had an expression of disbelief apparent on his face, and the final result made him feel at a loss for words.
The same reactions were apparent on the faces of not only the Feng Clan's members but also the members of all the other clans who were present in the arena.
"This…is this even possible?"
"Why hasn't he exhausted his Qi yet?"
"Forget Qi, how can he even compete against a higher-level cultivator?"
Before they could even process these thoughts properly, the third round had begun.
"He's going again? He barely rested for five minutes..."
