As the protective barrier by the edges of the arena faded away, traces of fresh blood caught the eye. The audience was silent. 'Ren Tianlong' stood quietly, blood seeping down his palm, as a bloody odor spread across the arena.

Had Lin Xiu won in one blow again?

"His opponent was Ren Tianlong from the capital! Just who is that Lin Xiu figure?! Isn't the disparity in strength a little too large?"

The audience exploded into chatter once more.

The dojos of the capital were, as a general rule, stronger than those in Ning. Ren Tianlong was known to be a strong, mysterious hunter, and everyone had witnessed the strength of his blow, but Lin Xiu had countered it with ease.

The Wang, Li, and Qin clan heads were all staring at Lin Xiu with disgust.

"This fellow—"

"There's no doubt—he's one of the four sages of the Fenglin Volcano!"

Wang Han clutched his armrest until his knuckles turned white,...