Supernatural Insight Eyes

Saying such arrogant things, is it a bluff or does he really have the strength? Many hold a skeptical attitude, staring at the duel before them.

"This person is so cocky, doesn’t he know who his opponent is?"

"I think he probably doesn’t know where he came from, just a guy who doesn’t know his limits."

"The Saint Heir will teach him a lesson in no time."

The doubts continued, but as the two figures clashed in the ring, such voices gradually disappeared.

Then came silence; no one around dared utter a sound.

The reason is simple: this seemingly frail man did not succumb instantly but was actually overpowering the Saint Heir.

What is happening here? This can’t be right.

Many rubbed their eyes in disbelief; this isn’t how things were supposed to go.

No matter what, the Saint Heir has traveled the Path of the Galaxy, yet he’s being dominated by a nobody.

The crowd was astonished and began guessing this frail man’s identity; with such prowess, he shouldn’t be a nameless figure.

However, no matter how they speculated, they found this guy truly is a nobody, known by none, seen by none.

"Could he really have come from nowhere?"

"To possess such skills and remain unknown, this person truly is mysterious."

"Given the vastness of the ancestral land, it’s not surprising; many modest people live here."

The discussions went on, while suddenly, the duel ended—Saint Heir lost!

The Saint Heir found it hard to accept; someone he didn’t even consider an opponent defeated him, leaving him with bitter feelings.

He realized today was a major embarrassment, but who exactly is this guy?

Even with reluctance, a loss is a loss; the Saint Heir became the stepping stone for the other party. This battle quickly made him famous, everyone knew an unknown expert emerged, defeating the Saint Heir.

After defeating the Saint Heir, the frail man left the stage quietly, and no one dared disturb him—after all, he had just beaten the Saint Heir.

The third round happened shortly after, about an hour later, the frail man once again stepped onto the stage.

This time his opponent wasn’t a prodigy like the Saint Heir, but rather a talented disciple from an ordinary sect.

The frail man kept it simple with minimal words, finishing the fight swiftly, causing a stir among the onlookers.

Many who saw his attack just now couldn’t help but gasp.

It was terrifying, with a rhythm set to finish in one move.

As the ring battles reached the third round, many Martial Artists were eliminated.

By the fourth round, spectators watching the frail man in action rapidly increased, with many gathering around.

The frail man’s influence now rivals that of figures like the Stone Demon Lord and Turquoise Pool Saintess.

Mainly, the Saint Heir had elevated his fame, becoming the largest stepping stone, followed by a series of devastating victories attracting attention.

In many people’s hearts, the frail man has become a dark horse, some even believe he might compete with prodigies like Stone Demon Lord for the top spot.

"This guy looks unfamiliar but is truly formidable," the Turquoise Pool Saintess said, clearly intrigued by his skill.

While the Turquoise Pool Saintess examined the frail man, on the other side, Stone Demon Lord also cast his gaze, trying to assess this dark horse erupting from nowhere. It’s likely they will meet soon.

With Turquoise Pool Saintess and Stone Demon Lord’s interest, more spectators joined, making the frail man a prominent figure.

This caused his next opponents to become anxious, despite not wanting to surrender, still were defeated quickly by the frail man.

In the fifth round, the frail man again secured victory with swift moves.

Compared to this side, other battlegrounds weren’t as impressive as the frail man.

Yang Ce was defeated, stopping at the fifth round, failing to place in the top fifty, feeling disheartened and somewhat unwilling to accept the result.

"Master, I’ve let you down," Yang Ce said, feeling guilty towards his teacher.

Heavenly Mechanism Sage comforted: "You’ve given your best, I’ve seen it all. In terms of strength, you were simply a little weaker, losing is no shame."

"I thought I could break into the top fifty, seems I overestimated myself," Yang Ce sighed.

"A momentary failure doesn’t mean a lifetime of failure. If you sink into despair and stagnate, then you’ll truly disappoint me, understand?" Heavenly Mechanism Sage said.

Yang Ce’s body quivered as if struck by lightning, after a while, his gaze gradually became resolute. He bowed to Heavenly Mechanism Sage, saying, "Thank you for the guidance, Teacher. I won’t succumb to my defeat; one day, I will reclaim what I lost today."

Watching Zhang Yunke’s figure on stage, Yang Ce regained his spirit, as if reinvigorated by new energy.

Seeing this scene, Heavenly Mechanism Sage nodded with satisfaction; this is the disciple he wanted.

Li Jin also lost in the fifth round; he didn’t need counsel, looked on the bright side himself. Having come this far, he’s somewhat satisfied with his strength. With a bit more luck, he might have gone further, but alas, the opponent was slightly stronger.

Not far away, Zhu Zhenzhen was elated, as her close friend Mu Xue won, defeating her opponent, advancing to the sixth round.

The number of female Martial Artists present was already few; fewer advanced to the sixth round.

Aside from top-notch talents like the Turquoise Pool Saintess, who attracts attention with both strength and beauty, among female Martial Artists, Mu Xue is next in line, drawing loads of attention now.

Mu Xue herself didn’t get overly excited, remaining calm.

The sixth round reduced participants to a few hundred, and the seventh round began soon after.

Turquoise Pool Saintess, Stone Demon Lord, and others won without effort, extremely simple.

This left almost all eyes glued to the frail man, who was highly anticipated.

He’s the biggest dark horse of this moment, with people having high hopes for him.

If a dark horse appears capable of defeating prodigies like Stone Demon Lord, it indeed would be very thrilling.

While many think such an idea absurd, there remains a slight chance it’s not.

As long as no clash has occurred, anything is possible.

The frail man once again used his invincible momentum to sweep aside his opponent, swiftly securing another victory, prompting many exclamations.

At this point, even the older master powerhouses from various sects noticed the frail man’s presence.