I Heard You Were Acknowledged by a Misty Rain Sword

As Felix Wang, the Jinnan Prince, leapt onto the stage, a wave of surprised exclamations swept through the crowd.

But a few others remained stone-faced, showing not the slightest hint of emotion.

"Please give me your guidance!"

Felix Wang’s body was wrapped in a thick aura of inner force, looking like a wall of bronze and iron—radiating a sense of overwhelming power.

"You?"

Zack Zhao snorted and shook his head in disdain.

Seeing this, Felix Wang let out a fierce shout. Like a leopard, he sprang forward, appearing before Zack Zhao in an instant, raising his fist and smashing it down toward Zack’s head.

With this punch, Felix gathered all his externalized inner force into the tip of his fist—aiming to finish Zack Zhao in a single, fatal blow!

"What a powerful punch!"

"The force packed into that punch could rival a mid-fifth-grade Vajra Realm expert!"

Most of the spectators understood what was happening; seeing that punch, their hearts skipped a beat.

"I’ll sever your right hand as a warning to the others!"

Zack Zhao spoke coldly, not dodging at all. Everyone saw him stand his ground, his right hand forming a loose grip—suddenly, a long sword took shape in his hand out of thin air.

The sword was seven inches long, its blade formed entirely of condensed inner force—sharp enough to make anyone uneasy.

"Shaping qi into form!"

"Zack Zhao can condense a sword that fast? That was in the blink of an eye!"

Seeing this, the crowd was stunned.

Zack Zhao casually flicked his sword upward, its blade colliding head-on with Felix Wang’s right fist.

With a wet crack—

The sword’s edge sliced cleanly through the condensed force at Felix’s fist tip, and then, in the next instant, severed his entire right arm—bone and flesh split apart.

A long arc of blood sprayed into the air.

Felix Wang’s right arm separated from his body, crossing paths with Zack Zhao’s arms as they passed each other.

There was a dull thud.

Felix Wang landed hard on the arena, his severed arm flying far off and dropping below the stage.

“Ah!”

Felix Wang cried out in agony on the arena, then was kicked off the stage by Zack Zhao.

“Who’s next?”

Zack Zhao gripped his sword one-handed, standing tall with a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

The crowd was shaken. Wherever Zack Zhao’s gaze swept, people lowered their heads.

“He can condense a sword so quickly—he must already be a third-grade Vajra!”

A third-grade Vajra! Like Drake Yu, he’s probably also a third-grade Vajra.

There’s no point in trying anymore. I was hoping for a lucky upset, but now it looks hopeless.

Many people shook their heads with wry smiles, full of awe.

Compared to ordinary people, they understood what a third-grade Vajra meant.

A single third-grade Vajra can fight three, even five, fourth-grade Vajras! And one fourth-grade Vajra is enough to support an entire clan and become a regional overlord!

What’s more, Zack Zhao is only about twenty years old—his future is limitless.

“The Southriver Sword Sect is terrifying! If even a young genius like Zack Zhao has this level, just imagine what Drake Yu is like!”

Many people thought of this and glanced over at the North Arena.

The two arenas were hundreds of meters apart, but even at that distance, you could see the crowds and the spectacle.

Beneath the North Arena, the area was packed with people; on stage, Colin Su and Drake Yu were locked in a fierce and dazzling battle.

Under the South Arena, those who’d planned to challenge Zack Zhao lost their nerve, and many started heading for the North Arena to watch the battle between Colin Su and Drake Yu.

“If no one challenges, Zack Zhao wins by default,” Uncle Victor Li coughed, preparing to announce the result.

At that moment, Zack Zhao’s gaze shifted, locking onto a spot near the back of the crowd, and he sneered: “That kid over there, you acted tough when you hit my servant—why so quiet now?”

“If you’ve got guts, come up here! Otherwise, I’ll come find you myself!”

Zack Zhao’s shout crashed over the crowd like a wave, making even some careless listeners go nearly deaf.

Everyone turned to look where Zack Zhao was staring, spotting a backpack-wearing youth at the back of the crowd.

“Who is that?”

“I don’t recognize him. Never seen him before. He looks really young—could he be a student?”

“Zack Zhao said he beat his bodyguard, right? That bodyguard was a pseudo-Vajra expert.”

People around Evan Lin instinctively put some distance between themselves and him, forming a vacuum zone.

Nobody wanted to provoke Zack Zhao and risk getting burned.

“You haven’t left yet?” Yvonne Zhu had just scanned the crowd and not seen Evan Lin, feeling relieved, but now her heart jumped as she spotted him at the back.

Uncle Victor Li on stage was curious about Zack Zhao’s words, but he didn’t think anyone in the crowd could beat Zack.

But when Uncle Li’s gaze shifted and saw Evan Lin, his pupils contracted sharply, and his heart skipped a beat.

He had witnessed this youth kill the Old Immortal Sage, slay the Medicine King Valley Fire Elder, and command wind and rain like a god.

Those skills are far beyond what ordinary people can possess!

But Zack Zhao’s true strength was also unfathomable—if these two clashed, who would win was anyone’s guess.

Most importantly, Uncle Li realized Evan Lin was here for the Ancient Sword.

Melissa Mu had already promised the sword to Evan Lin, but now the Mu family was using it as bait for their spouse-selection tournament, which surely displeased him.

Uncle Li was filled with mixed emotions, left speechless.

Meanwhile, the youth at the back of the crowd looked calm, lifted his head, and stared at the proud Zack Zhao on stage.

“I heard you were acknowledged by a Misty Rain Sword?”

Uncle Li was left with complicated feelings, unable to say a word.

The youth at the back of the crowd looked calm, lifted his head, and stared at the proud Zack Zhao on stage.

“I heard you were acknowledged by a Misty Rain Sword?”