The elders of the Su Clan nodded in agreent, their faces filled with righteous indignation.
Not a single one of them spoke up for Su Jian. In fact, most of them wished even more fervently that Su Jian were not a mber of the Su Clan at all.
At that mont, Su Jian was still unconscious beneath the ring. His face had smashed into the ground, teeth broken, appearance miserable beyond words. He had no idea that, while lying there senseless, he had already been sentenced to expulsion.
If he were conscious, he would probably vomit blood on the spot.
Because he was innocent.
He hadn’t acted at all.
He didn’t even know how he fell out of the ring.
But unconscious as he was, there was no way for him to explain anything.
anwhile, the uproar in the audience continued unabated. The noise spread so widely that even contestants on neighboring rings were affected. Many of them turned their heads to look toward Ryan’s ring, curiosity overwhelming their focus.
One distracted contestant imdiately revealed an opening and was seized by his opponent, who struck decisively and knocked him out of the ring.
Several other distracted matches also ended abruptly, creating a chain of sudden victories and defeats that left people both amused and exasperated.
"No wonder Li Wei always looked so calm, like he had sothing to rely on," Fan Wei said coldly, his disdain growing heavier. "Turns out he just bought off opponents and let them lose to him. I thought he’d really changed, that he’d gained real strength. What a joke."
"I thought so too," Mu Xianling said, her lips curling slightly. "He was so confident that I almost felt uneasy after making that bet with him. But now it seems unnecessary. He’s still a waste. Just relying on tricks. Real qualifications can only be earned through strength, not sches."
After agreeing to the bet with Ryan, Mu Xianling had indeed felt faint unease whenever she saw his calm expression. After all, losing ant becoming his servant for three years, a result she absolutely could not accept.
But now, her doubts vanished.
If Ryan truly had strength, he wouldn’t need to rely on such thods. Since he did, it only proved that he wasn’t powerful at all.
As for Su Sidao, his expression was uglier than anyone’s. Su Jian was from the Su Clan, and now this scandal had splashed mud all over them. Worse still, he could feel the faint mockery in the gazes of Yuan Qiong, Fan Wei, and Mu Xianling, which made his stomach churn.
In everyone’s eyes, Su Jian had practically earned himself the title of "actor of the year."
Yet what no one knew was the truth.
Su Jian hadn’t fallen out of the ring by himself.
At the mont he rushed forward, Ryan dodged effortlessly, then casually placed a hand on Su Jian’s back and gave a light push.
That single push sent Su Jian flying out of the ring.
There was no collusion. No acting. No agreent.
Only overwhelming strength.
It was just that Ryan moved far too fast, and his power was far too subtle. Ordinary spectators and low-rank warriors simply couldn’t see it.
Of course, just because no one else could see clearly did not an that the examiner on the high platform, Wang Zongyao, failed to see it.
Among everyone present, he was the only Upper Exalt.
His cultivation stood at the absolute peak of the venue, and his perception far surpassed that of ordinary warriors. Although Ryan’s strike had been extrely fast, fast enough to deceive the eyes of the crowd, it did not escape Wang Zongyao’s gaze.
He saw it clearly.
A simple sidestep, a casual push, precise to the point of cruelty. No wasted motion. No excess force.
Clean, decisive, terrifying.
So when waves of condemnation, questioning, and ridicule erupted from the audience, Wang Zongyao did not even bother to react. He neither explained nor refuted anything. There was no need.
Strength was strength. It could not be faked.
Even if Ryan sohow deceived everyone here, once he entered Western Mansion proper, everything would be exposed sooner or later. Wang Zongyao had already personally verified Ryan’s ability. Doubt was aningless.
Just as Wang Zongyao was preparing to step forward and suppress the chaos, a sudden change occurred.
A group of black-clad figures burst into Wushuang Square.
They moved like shadows, light and swift, forcibly breaking through the outer cordon ford by referees and Western Mansion proctors. In the blink of an eye, they stord straight toward the inner examination area, so fast that most people did not even have ti to react.
A sharp chill instantly spread through the square.
"Hm?"
Wang Zongyao frowned deeply. The mont he saw those figures, an inexplicable sense of familiarity struck him. And more importantly, they dared to charge into the Western Mansion qualification grounds in broad daylight.
In the Western Region, who would dare to be so arrogant?
Without hesitation, Wang Zongyao leaped down from the high platform, his figure flashing forward like a bolt of lightning. Several Western Mansion masters reacted at once, while Zhu Yan, the manager of Fengyue City’s Western Mansion branch, also followed closely behind.
Under Wang Zongyao’s lead, the Western Mansion experts intercepted the black-clad group just before they could reach the ring area.
Both sides stopped, facing one another in tense opposition.
The Western Mansion masters did not imdiately attack. They had already sensed it. These intruders were strong. Very strong. Strong enough that reckless action could spell disaster.
So they waited, all eyes turning toward Wang Zongyao.
By now, the audience had also noticed the sudden intrusion. The curses and argunts faded, replaced by uneasy murmurs and wide-eyed stares. On the rings, the candidates stopped fighting one after another, instinctively gathering together, their expressions tense.
Discussion spread like wildfire.
"Who are these people?"
"I don’t know, but they feel dangerous. To dare cause trouble during Western Mansion’s qualification exam... this is big."
"Wearing black in broad daylight and hiding their faces. They’re definitely not here for anything good."
"I can’t even sense their cultivation... and I’m a Nine-Star Warrior!"
"Sa here. I’m already at the Elite level, and I still can’t read them."
"No... sothing huge is about to happen."
"There are seventeen of them!"
Seventeen black-clad figures stood together, their auras restrained yet oppressive. Among them, one man stood slightly ahead of the others, clearly their leader.
Wang Zongyao’s gaze locked onto him, and his heart sank.
That man was also an Upper Exalt.
Not only that, judging from his aura, he was at least a Three-Star Upper Exalt, several levels above Wang Zongyao’s own One-Star cultivation. At the Upper Exalt realm, the difference between each star was not incrental but exponential.
Two stars apart ant crushing superiority.
If a fight truly broke out, Wang Zongyao was not confident he could win.
His gaze shifted slightly, sweeping over the rest of the black-clad group. His expression darkened further.
Every single one of them... was an Exalt.
And there were more Exalts among the intruders than among the Western Mansion guards present.
If battle erupted, the outco would be grim.
This scene imdiately reminded Wang Zongyao of another encounter.
The ambush on the Yangsha Ancient Road.
An Upper Exalt, accompanied by more than a dozen Exalts.
The similarities were uncanny.
A cold realization struck him.
Could these two groups belong to the sa force?
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