"Idiotic, using full strength so early, he's bound to lose whoever he faces next."
Watching the end of the fight, Zhao Xin sneered. Ye Xuan's strength now deserved his attention, but in his view, this must have been Ye Xuan's best effort. Given his mere status as a Fifth Grade Martial Sect, achieving this level must already be his limit.
"Mr. Qiu!"
Elder Lu hurried over to help Qiu Tianyuan, who had fallen off the Battle Platform. Then, his expression also turned ugly; Qiu Tianyuan was his biggest reliance, and he had not expected him to be defeated so swiftly by Ye Xuan.
Just then, with a "swoosh," a figure suddenly appeared before him—it was Ye Xuan, who had leapt down from the Battle Platform, walking toward him with sword in hand.
"Ye Xuan, what are you trying to do? This is the arena of the Four Corners Contest; how dare you threaten violence?"
