As Ma Qingshan was defeated, everyone stared at Chen Feng, each with a solemn expression.
Chen Feng clapped his hands and quietly waited for the next challenger.
"I'll go."
A man with a full beard leapt onto the stage.
Chen Feng glanced at the newcomer and surmised that he must be an independent cultivator with considerable physical strength.
"Please."
Chen Feng said.
"Alright."
The bearded man roared lowly, then, like a fierce beast, pounced toward Chen Feng.
Chen Feng neither dodged nor evaded, and threw a punch.
Bang.
The bearded man flew backward, conceding defeat.
Hiss.
For a moment, the sound of sharp intakes of breath rose and fell in succession.
Chen Feng's strength was too formidable; even without using mana, he was terrifyingly powerful.
"Next."
Chen Feng stood with his hands behind his back.
"I will."
A girl in green climbed onto the stage.
With bright eyes and white teeth, and hair reaching to her waist, the girl said, "Brother Chen, please."
"Please."
