Fu You glanced at him coldly, too lazy to pay him any attention.
As Su Yu and Qing Shi disappeared from the arena, their images appeared in Qing Shi's round mirror.
The two stood on the vast grassland, appearing so small.
One of the boys belatedly remarked, "Damn, the Martial Arts Hall can only accommodate battles between ordinary sixth-rank martial artists."
"So, Su Yu's strength has already surpassed that of an ordinary sixth-grade martial artist?"
He looked like he suddenly understood, while everyone else looked at him with disdain.
The boy said timidly, "But the problem is that he's only eighteen years old and only at the lower realm."
Still no one replied.
Some things don't need to be said.
Why say it out loud and hurt people?
If you don't say anything, and I don't say anything, Su Yu is just an old monster.
...
On the grassland.
Qi Daiqing's voice rang out: "The competition officially begins."
The words fell.
Su Yu was on high alert.
Not far away, Qing Shi retreated expressionlessly.
Before him, countless grains of sand coalesced, forming a giant tens of meters tall.
The force of the giant's fists colliding caused the air to vibrate.
No one knows what kind of magical artifact that blue round mirror is.
Although everyone was outside the secret realm, they could clearly sense the terrifying aura emanating from the giant.
A hint of anticipation flashed in Qing Shi's eyes as he gently jumped up and sat on the giant's shoulder.
The gravel giant began to run.
With each step, it seemed as if the entire grassland was shaking.
"This...is this a peak sixth-grade martial artist?" A first-year student asked, his face blank with disbelief.
“No, Qing Shi, he killed a Grandmaster-level expert at the mid-sixth rank,” Wang Wei replied.
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