The situation on the field changed in an instant.
Li Shiji, who had originally been dominating the situation, had actually lost to Wang Zhan. Now, Wang Zhan was overestimating himself, brazenly challenging six Grandmasters.
Has he gone mad?
"What kind of martial arts is that?"
"When did the Royal Martial Arts Academy become so useless? How could they lose to a little pissant whose martial arts seem haphazardly thrown together?"
"Who on earth is he? Even if he's Wang Yidao's son, it's impossible for him to be such a monster..."
"Stop your damn blabbering! I asked you what that martial art was! Didn't you hear me, or did I not make myself clear? Fuck you!..."
Because of Wang Zhan's sudden outburst, the dozens of Grandmasters on the field felt as if a great curtain was slowly rising over the Federation, yet they couldn't grasp the slightest clue about it.
