Utterly powerless—he couldn't withstand a single blow!
Seeing this scene, all the young elites around the arena were stunned. For Lucan Lu, ranked ninth on the Hatchling Dragon Ranking, to be defeated so easily—it proved that Ian Song from the Sky-Sun Region possessed truly unmatched strength.
At the same time, plenty of geniuses blinded by jealousy finally realized: if Ian Song weren’t truly powerful, why would Prince Rowan Vance treat him as an equal?
"Anyone else who’s not convinced? Come up and try me!"
Ian Song swept his gaze around the crowd, speaking calmly and unhurriedly. To him, defeating Lucan Lu was hardly worth mentioning.
Though many felt uneasy, none spoke up. Lucan Lu was already the strongest genius at this banquet, and even he was crushed so easily. Anyone else stepping up would only embarrass themselves.
"Cough, cough!"
Lucan Lu coughed up blood as he struggled to his feet, face pale and hair disheveled—looking utterly miserable.
He glared fiercely at Ian Song. "I’ll pay you back for this humiliation—tenfold, someday!"
With that vicious threat, Lucan Lu turned to leave!
Lucan let out a muffled groan, staggering back several steps.
One of the young elites couldn't help but speak up, "Young Master Chu, that's enough. Lucan has already lost—why keep pressing him?"
"Who are you? What right do you have to speak to me?"
Ian suddenly turned his head, staring coldly at the speaker.
Under Ian's gaze, the young man tensed up, swallowing nervously. "I'm Xi Han, ranked fifteenth on the Hatchling Dragon Ranking!"
Ian continued, "If you want me to let Lucan go, fine—fight me. If you can withstand three of my moves, I'll cut off one of my own arms to make it up to Lucan!"
Xi Han's face stiffened. He stammered, "You... you're just bullying people with your power!"
Ian looked at him with contempt. "No strength, no guts—why should I listen to you?"
"...You...!"
Xi Han's face turned pale. In the end, he lowered his head, not daring to speak again.