"Ye Feng!"
"Of course it's Ye Feng, who else could it be?!"
"With hearing and sense of smell so sharp it's almost freakish, if Ye Feng doesn't win, then who can?"
"This round, although I was eliminated, I admit defeat willingly. I'm simply not his match; there's nothing I can do!"
The competing contestants immediately unanimously agreed, determining that Ye Feng was the victor.
And Mo Tianshu, at this moment, seemed to have turned invisible, ignored by everyone else.
He clenched his fists tightly, his teeth gritted, and his eyes stared deathly at Ye Feng.
He couldn't understand how he, as an Ancient Martial Artist with hearing and smell far sharper than the average person, could still lose to Ye Feng in what he believed was a match without suspense.
"Is being at the late Profound Level really that incredible?"
Seeing Mo Tianshu's unconvinced demeanor, Ye Feng smiled faintly, walked up to him, and whispered.
What? He knows I'm an Ancient Martial Artist?!
