The first disciple from the Flowing Cloud Sect being knocked off the stage could perhaps be attributed to underestimating the enemy, a careless mistake, and not being mentally prepared.
But this Tie Chuanfeng? You clearly couldn't say he underestimated the enemy. Yet, the result was the same!
Tie Chuanfeng was actually blown off the stage by the opponent with a single move. No flashy techniques, no messy struggle—it even looked like Tie Chuanfeng had practically delivered himself.
This scene was truly bizarre.
Those who couldn't help but mock him earlier found, once again, that their faces were slapped. Slapped cleanly and decisively.
Each felt as disgusted as if they'd swallowed a fly.
They could call that disciple from the Flowing Cloud Sect trash, but Tie Chuanfeng was a B-rank martial artist, a member of the Tie family from the Treasure Tree Sect—he was absolutely no trash.
Those sect disciples who had been making cynical remarks now had no choice but to admit that they had likely underestimated this secular martial artist before.
It seemed it was time to properly reflect on their past prejudices against secular martial artists. Put yourself in his place: if you were up there, could you do any better than Tie Chuanfeng?
Thinking this, these sarcastic martial artists quietly retreated into the crowd. A nameless sense of wariness grew in their hearts.
They didn't want to admit they were afraid, but they had to concede that Jiang Chen's powerful consecutive victories had shut their mouths.
Seeing this, Consort Dan couldn't help but applaud and cheer.
This sudden applause made her stand out immediately. Every sect disciple turned to look at her with complex, even slightly hostile, gazes.
Consort Dan obviously knew that applauding now was inviting hatred; these sect disciples would loathe her for it.
But she didn't care at all. She loved seeing Jiang Chen display his overwhelming prowess. She had been impatient to applaud and cheer for him.
The countless hostile glances from all around not only failed to pressure Consort Dan; they only made her more excited.
The other secular martial artists, seeing Jiang Chen's performance, felt intense envy in their hearts, tinged with a hint of jealousy.
However, Jiang Chen's performance also gave them a bit of confidence. At the very least, he had won a breath of pride for the secular martial artists.
So far, let alone secular martial artists, even among the sect martial artists, only a scant few had achieved two consecutive victories.
And none had won so cleanly and decisively.
Jiang Chen's effortless two consecutive wins naturally attracted countless gazes. Even those sect disciples who had initially completely looked down on secular martial artists couldn't help but steal glances at him now.
Previously, some A-rank martial artists who valued their status hadn't bothered to watch the fights. Only when the buzz spread through the crowd did it catch their attention.
"Two consecutive victories? Both finished with a single move? Is it that the opponents are too weak, or is this secular champion's strength truly exceptional?" An A-rank martial artist began to wonder.
"Hmph, since when did the secular lands produce such a monster? This guy just loves to steal the spotlight. I hope his luck holds and he doesn't draw me. Otherwise, I'll be the one to crush his arrogance. Otherwise, these secular brats might start thinking all sect disciples are trash!"
Thus, even some A-rank martial artists with detached attitudes were jolted from their meditations and began to pay attention to Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen knew perfectly well that his actions would draw attention from all sides.
But once he stepped onto this arena, he harbored no more hesitation.
Since he had chosen to act like a monster, he would display his power to the fullest on this stage.
"Will you continue to challenge?" the examiner asked Jiang Chen again.
"Continue." Jiang Chen didn't hesitate at all.
The examiner seemed to have guessed he would choose to continue, nodding, and began to draw his next opponent.
The next opponent was a C-rank martial artist, also from the Flowing Cloud Sect. This guy, though somewhat disgruntled, was much more cautious than the previous two.
He seemed to guess he would lose, but he didn't want to lose as miserably as the last two, didn't want to become the background for this secular champion's victory. So, from the very start, he fortified his defenses, adopting an attitude of defending to the bitter end.
Jiang Chen smiled faintly, closed the distance, and unleashed the same move that once again shocked everyone.
Yet, for some reason, this single move seemed to possess an endless, magical power that made it impossible to dodge no matter what.
This third opponent, despite preparing for a desperate defense and thinking he was fully prepared, still found nowhere to hide under this strike. With a look of despair, he was blasted off the stage.
"Do you have to be this cruel?" With that mournful sigh, the guy flew off the stage once more.
However, this time the guy was in luck because he realized as he flew off, he actually landed feet first, and with a firm planting of his feet, he managed to stand steady.
This way, it almost looked like he had voluntarily flown backwards off the stage.
Although this guy was thick-skinned, he knew this was the opponent showing mercy. He smiled sheepishly, and suddenly felt a surge of vindication.
Yes, he had lost.
And indeed, he was sent flying with a single move.