Yan Zhen took first place in the group stage without any dispute. As people looked at the shattered wooden stakes and recalled how calm and composed she was, how she had thrown just a casual punch, they couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Feng Junyi, Fan Zhibian, and several other examiners were whispering to each other, their eyes filled with approval and amazement for Yan Zhen.
In the preparation area, Zhang Yan quietly clenched her fists. Every year, plenty of women took the Provincial and Daoist Examinations, but very few actually passed.
Like Yan Zhen, Zhang Yan had also bided her time and trained for four years. She wanted to prove that women were in no way inferior to men, but unfortunately, she had suffered successive setbacks at the hands of both Yan Zhen and Chu Lingguang.
Now, seeing Yan Zhen shatter sixteen wooden stakes with a single casual punch, her proud heart was instantly overcome with a sense of powerlessness.
Her expression grew incomparably dark.
