Meanwhile, below the Cyan Qilin Platform, a wave of discussion erupted, a mixture of astonishment and awe.
"He's too strong! Yuwen Mingjue's power is on a whole other level—it's a complete stomp!"
"Qin Wenbao is a veteran Inner Strength master, yet he couldn't even last twelve moves against him. The gap is just too wide!"
"Looks like the top spot in this Cyan Qilin Battle is as good as Yuwen Mingjue's!"
Down in the audience, Zhao Chong watched Yuwen Mingjue's pretentious act and curled his lip in disdain, a mocking smirk playing on his face.
'Go on, keep pretending.'
'If Gao Yang and Xu Ziqiang were here, you think you'd get a chance to show off like this?'
'If you really had to face them, your fate wouldn't be much better than Qin Wenbao's!'
...
On the other side, Yang Jing had been focused on the fight from the very beginning, his gaze fixed on every detail on the platform without blinking.
