"The Third Prince actually wants to challenge Fu Feng? This is going to be interesting."
"Just a few months ago, Fu Feng was only at the first level of the Spirit King realm. Now, only a few months later, he has already cultivated to the fourth level of the Spirit King realm. Such talent is truly astonishing. I'm afraid Gan Zhen is going to be in trouble."
"It is said that when Fu Feng was at the first level of Spirit King, he was able to crush Kui Meng, who mainly cultivated the body, with his fist technique. His combat strength reached the fourth level of Spirit King. Now that he has advanced to the fourth level of Spirit King, it is hard to imagine how strong his combat strength is. Although Gan Zhen is also at the fourth level of Spirit King, he is probably far from being Fu Feng's opponent."
"How could Gan Zhen compare to someone who is so highly regarded by a top expert like Uncle Sikong Yan? Even if Fu Feng were to give way to Gan Zhen at the same cultivation level, I think Gan Zhen would still be utterly defeated."
All eyes were on Chi Yuan, and everyone made their own guesses, but without exception, no one was optimistic about Gan Zhen.
After all, Chi Yuan had already shown a fraction of his strength, which was four or five levels higher than his previous abilities. Now, he has advanced three levels in just a few months. These two points alone show just how terrifying Chi Yuan's talent is.
Gan Zhen is indeed a top genius in the Great Gan Kingdom, but compared to a genius who can stand out even in a holy land-level power, he is not even on the same level.
However, they were still very much looking forward to Gan Zhen's challenge. They all wanted to see just how talented Chi Yuan was, why he was so highly regarded by a powerful figure like Feng Yaoyao, and why he could win the hearts of the stunning master and disciple An Yuxi and Wenren Bingying.
"Young Master Fu Feng..."
Wenren Bingying looked at Chi Yuan with trepidation. Would Chi Yuan stand up and fight Gan Zhen for her sake?
An Yuxi also watched Chi Yuan silently, without saying anything to persuade him. She knew what Chi Yuan would do.
Just as An Yuxi had expected, Chi Yuan didn't hesitate for long and immediately agreed: "Okay, how do you want to compete?"
He absolutely did not want Wenren Bingying to lose this bet, and the Ice Soul Sword could indeed enhance Wenren Bingying's combat power and increase her chances of winning. Since he had the opportunity to help Wenren Bingying get his hands on it, he naturally had no reason to let it go.
As for his relationship with Wenren Bingying... let's talk about that after we win the bet.
Gan Zhen's eyes gleamed upon hearing this, and he immediately declared loudly, "Since Uncle Fu Feng is willing to compete with me, then let's compete in three areas: speed, spiritual skills, and spiritual power. As long as Uncle Fu Feng can crush me in two of these areas, I will accept defeat wholeheartedly."
"Pfft."
Feng Yaoyao couldn't help but laugh out loud, teasing, "Why do you have to hurt yourself? What if your Dao Heart gets damaged?"
Gan Zhen smiled faintly: "Thank you for your concern, Grandmaster Uncle. However, victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. Gan Zhen is not so easily corrupted by a single contest."
"Whatever you want, just don't say afterwards that your martial uncle bullied you."
Feng Yaoyao casually popped a spiritual fruit into her mouth and said lazily.
Gan Zhen remained noncommittal, his eyes gleaming as he looked at Chi Yuan and asked, "Uncle-Master Fu Feng, what do you think?"
"As you wish."
Chi Yuan replied calmly.
“Alright, then please be the referee for us, Senior Gongbo. The specific method of the competition can be determined by Senior Gongbo.”
Gan Zhen cupped his hands in greeting to Gong Boyang.
"Well... okay then."
Gong Boyang gave a bitter smile to his heart and reluctantly agreed.
After pondering for a while, he straightened his expression and said, "Young Master Fufeng, Third Prince, for this first speed contest, I will place an object one hundred miles to the east and one to the west. Whoever retrieves the object first will be the winner. What do you say?"
"Can."
"I have no objection."
Chi Yuan and Gan Zhen responded in turn.
"In that case, this old man will go and put the things away first."
As soon as Gong Boyang finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot.
Not long after, Gong Boyang reappeared before everyone. This time, he hovered above the clear pool, looking down at Chi Yuan and Gan Zhen below, and said, "Gentlemen, please come to my side."
Upon hearing this, both of them took to the air and came to Gong Boyang's side.
Gong Boyang then pointed to the center of Chi Yuan's and Gan Zhen's foreheads with both hands, and imprinted a soul mark into their souls: "Those two items bear my soul mark. You two only need to follow the guidance of the soul mark to find what I placed here. Now, please go and bring them back."
Huff!
No sooner had Gongbo Yang finished speaking than Gan Zhen took the lead and flew off in the west, so fast that only a golden streak of light could be seen.
Chi Yuan then set off, not intending to delay Gan Zhen. He immediately used the "Travel" technique, his entire body seemingly teleporting, and shot off towards the east.
"Wow...so fast!"
"How is this possible? He's only a fourth-tier Spirit King, yet his speed has reached the Spirit Sect level?!"
Just a moment ago, everyone was amazed by Gan Zhen's speed, which was close to that of a low-level Spirit Emperor. The next moment, they were stunned by Chi Yuan's terrifying speed, which was comparable to that of a Spirit Sect Master.
Even You Rong Qingyan was stunned. Under her divine sense, the speed that Chi Yuan unleashed was comparable to her fastest speed in normal condition!
What kind of movement technique has Chi Yuan cultivated? It's simply too heaven-defying!
The crowd didn't have to wait long before a whooshing sound came from behind them. Chi Yuan returned to Gong Boyang's side, now holding an object the size of a palm—a fourth-grade spirit ore.
After a while, Gan Zhen also returned, holding the same fourth-grade spirit ore in his hand.
Seeing that Chi Yuan had arrived before him, Gan Zhen was not surprised at all and calmly asked Gong Boyang, "Senior Gong Boyang, I wonder how long before Uncle Fufeng arrived?"
Gong Boyang coughed twice, his expression quite strange, and said, "Third Prince, Young Master Fufeng was 165 breaths faster than you."
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