Ian Song stared coldly at Evan Xuan, whose life was fading fast, and said quietly, "To me, you so-called cultivators really aren't much."
"You..." Evan Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood.
Evan Xuan coughed up blood, then collapsed backward, completely lifeless.
Ian Song reached out and pulled the dagger from Evan Xuan's body, thinking to himself, These people practice trash techniques, use trash treasures, and even their Dao Foundations are mixed and flawed. No wonder they're so much weaker than real cultivators.
Seeing his beloved disciple dead, Master Wu clenched his fists, his face dark as he stared at the fallen body. Gritting his teeth, he said, "You were an Innate Ninth-Layer cultivator with several treasures, and yet you lost to a mere Innate Eighth-Layer mortal martial artist. You've disgraced me completely. Still, even though you've shamed me, I must avenge you!"
On the Yanhuang Republic side—
The War God Squad members watched in disbelief as Ian Song killed yet another cultivator. Earlier, when Evan Xuan entered the arena, Logan Long and Vaughn Jin, two squad commanders, had explained to everyone that Evan Xuan was already at the Innate Ninth Layer.
After suffering eight straight defeats, everyone felt that not only was it impossible to challenge a higher realm opponent—even beating a cultivator one realm lower seemed extremely difficult.
Although Ian Song won two matches—the first against a monk at Innate Seventh Layer, one realm lower, and the second against a cyan-robed Daoist at Innate Eighth Layer, equal to his own cultivation—
But now, Evan Xuan was Innate Ninth Layer, so no one thought Ian Song could win.
But in the blink of an eye, Ian Song actually killed the opponent everyone thought was impossible to defeat.
"Why do I feel like those cultivators suddenly got so weak?" Elaine Zhao asked suspiciously.
"It's not that they're weak—our captain is just too strong!" Warren Wu said in a low voice, his eyes shining with a strange light.
"True. Ian's always been good at fighting above his level! I just didn't expect him to get this strong," Elaine Zhao nodded in agreement.
Over in the VIP stands—
The Head of State, sitting in the front row, suddenly turned to Edward Zhao and asked, "Old Zhao, that kid in the arena should be Ian Song, right? He's one of yours?"
Edward Zhao smiled and nodded, "That kid is my adopted son."
"His potential is limitless," the Head of State sighed, then said to his secretary, "Go tell General Harold Han to pull Ian Song out—don't let him keep messing around!"
Everyone knew the Head of State was trying to protect Ian Song. Sure, Ian had won three matches in a row, but the third was pure luck—if he hadn't struck so fast, killing Evan Xuan with a sneak attack, things might've gone differently once Evan activated his treasure.
General Harold Han hurried over and said to Ian Song, "Ian, that's enough. Step down!"