As the yellow sand and dust settled, the arena came into sharp focus, revealing a scene that shattered the crowd's understanding, including Yu Wentai's. Liu Wuxie stood alone in the center, relaxed as though nothing had happened, but he feigned a faint look of confusion on his face.0

"What's happening? Where's the Bamboo Mountain Beast?" voices echoed from the stands.0

Just moments ago, a raging sandstorm and turbulent currents had consumed the arena. Now, the Bamboo Mountain Beast was gone. Some speculated the wind had swept it away, but no one truly believed Liu Wuxie had killed it. Even if he had, they should have found a corpse or at least traces of battle. Instead, there was nothing, no marks on the ground, no lingering sounds of combat, only the eerie stillness that followed the storm. Compared to the first two rounds, this one was far too strange.0

Yu Wentai...0