Luo Yu’s words silenced the entire arena.
At this mont, neither the audience nor the contestants could say anything, as unusual feelings welled up inside them.
"So it’s not the Ancient Spirits that are strong, but the individual."
Lyu Chan murmured softly on the stage, looking at the man in front of her who seed modest in his bearing, yet devastatingly handso, and her gaze revealed contemplation.
Yuwen Chenglong instinctively wanted to retort, to blurt out "You’re full of shit," but when the words reached his lips, he simply could not speak them.
Because as soone who had fought in person, he knew better than anyone that there had been not the slightest trace of the Ancient Spirits’ fluctuation from Luo Yu; it was entirely through his absolute control over Spiritual Power that he had defeated him.
When Yuwen Chenglong executed his moves just now, he felt a sense of powerlessness; no matter how many illusions he conjured, they were easily seen through by his opponent, who predicted his moves and dissolved them with the least amount of effort.
He could sense the gap in combat experience.
And in the end, when Luo Yu stopped his ultimate lethal move with just two fingers, what he felt was nothing but fear.
Not only was the opponent’s fighting experience outrageously high, but his physical strength was also terrifyingly formidable.
For a mont, Yuwen Chenglong had the illusion that even if the other stood there, dropping all defenses and allowing him to strike, he might still be unable to break through the opponent’s defense.
Why could this guy’s body be so outrageously strong?
Sharp pains coursed through his body as if every part had been shattered, and blood soaked the ground. Thoughts flitted across Yuwen Chenglong’s mind, and he suddenly revealed a bitter smile, a look of utter dejection.
He realized sothing very terrifying.
That was, on Luo Yu, he seed to see no weaknesses at all.
Overwhelming combat experience, an indestructible body, exquisite footwork; this was all without summoning the Ancient Spirits. If Luo Yu were to summon a Deity-level Ancient Spirit, what kind of level would that be...
Yuwen Chenglong shuddered and passed out.
Not because his injuries were overly severe, but because the potential strength Luo Yu might possess genuinely frightened him into unconsciousness.
The greater the genius, the more acutely they could sense how terrifying Luo Yu was.
And as a rare and privileged son of heaven, Yuwen Chenglong had co to realize this, though not much, but it was enough to make his brain crash.
Luo Yu paid no heed to Yuwen Chenglong’s condition.
He didn’t care at all if he might have slapped him to death.
Even if such a genius had a family force behind him seeking revenge, he was not at all afraid.
His director grandfather was not soone to be taken lightly.
If his grandson got into trouble, his grandfather would indeed step in.
Yet, if he was really slapped to death, Luo Yu could only say, if you’re so lousy yet still put on airs, then it serves you right if you die.
If you don’t have the strength, yet still try to show off, then you’re a complete fool.
But was Yuwen Chenglong a fool?
No, he was just unlucky, having t Luo Yu.
If he had t soone else, he wouldn’t have ended up in such a tragic state, even if he couldn’t beat them, he could have at least escaped with dignity, right?
"I challenge you!"
On the stage, a determined and resolute male voice ca from behind Luo Yu.
"Hm?"
Luo Yu turned around, looking at the youth who had challenged him with a slightly surprised expression.
Having just put an overwhelming beatdown on Yuwen Chenglong, anyone with eyes should have seen it. Wasn’t he afraid of Luo Yu?
Yet he ca over to challenge him alone?
That took guts.
Huo Tongtian tensed up a bit as Luo Yu turned to look at him, his muscles tightening.
But he quickly spoke,
"Godchild Luo Yu, I want to challenge you."
"You’re not afraid of ?" Luo Yu raised an eyebrow.
Huo Tongtian stood tall, declaring loudly, "Your strength gives pressure, the greatest pressure I’ve ever felt in my life, sothing no one else can offer."
"But to say afraid, Huo Tongtian would rather die at soone’s hand than to ever say the word ’afraid’."
"A true genius ought to strike at the stronger, to continuously challenge, not to cower and flee."
Luo Yu nodded, saying,
"I approve of you."
"You’re not bad."
"Better than that trash down there."
Luo Yu shook his head.
"No!"
"That trash can’t be compared to you."
Huo Tongtian laughed.
"To hear you say that, I’m sowhat flattered."
Luo Yu looked at him with interest.
"I can tell there’s pride on your face, kid, but you still speak rather modestly."
"It’s because your strength has won my respect," Huo Tongtian said. "And a truly proud person doesn’t carry their arrogance on their lips, but in their bones. To be honest, I don’t think my Ancient Spirits are any lesser than yours."
"The Marquis of the Champion beca a legend unbeaten after only a little over two decades, but what if a hundred years, a thousand years were given?"
"Yes, he no longer has that possibility or assumption, but on , the legend must continue."
Luo Yu smiled.
"Are you scared of , so you’re giving yourself a pep talk with so brave words before our fight?"
Huo Tongtian didn’t avoid the question and nodded earnestly,
"Yes, who wouldn’t feel pressure against an opponent like you."
"But, when it’s ti to fight, I will fight, with no retreat. I see this as a valuable opportunity to sharpen myself; anything that doesn’t kill will only make stronger."
Luo Yu’s mouth twitched slightly.
He had the feeling that the youth was not just arrogant at heart but reeked of a second-year syndro, constantly making declarations.
"I suggest you team up with those three."
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