"Chief Zhong! Watch out!" Ye Xiaoyao's expression turned steely as he watched a wave of power roll out from the stage and crash outward toward the audience. The wooden posts around the arena snapped in half as the power tsunami roared through. The normal onlookers shouted in alarm and scrambled back. The disciples and pupils in the other stands readied their own weapons and internal forces to counter the blow. Ye Xiaoyao's fan became a sharp blade in his hand as he channeled his own internal forces and performed a quick series of moves that ended with him pushing his fan outwards. At the same time, Zhong Zhengran's sword was a blur in the air as he spun the weapon and struck out.