"How is this possible?"
Wan Yanran, who witnessed this scene, exclaimed directly. Although that shot just now wasn't her full power, it was still eighty to ninety percent of her strength, and it was broken by the person in front of her just like that.
In the crowd not far from the arena, Qing Ying and Wu Shang, hidden in the shadows, exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.
They thought to themselves: Indeed, this person doesn't look old, but neither of them can see through his strength. Either his strength is far superior to theirs, or he possesses a cultivation-concealing technique.
At this moment, in the arena, Wang Yufan held the spear between two fingers, smiled faintly, and then flicked it slightly. The spear flew directly back towards Wan Yanran, who grabbed it.
"What, do you still want to compete? If not, I'm leaving, you know." Wang Yufan said, walking towards the stage.
