The color of Sun Hao's face shifted from ashen to pale, then from pale to a thunderous black. It was quite a spectacle.
He stared fixedly at the "30 seconds" on the timer, as if trying to burn a hole through it with his gaze.
His prized "Cyan Simurgh" Wingsuit.
His Meridian Passage Realm Cultivation.
In front of his opponent, they had all become a joke.
The murmurs from the crowd made him want to crawl into a hole.
"A B Level with garbage equipment just put up a time worthy of an A Level elite?"
"That Wingsuit has zero Spiritual Power signature. He flew purely on physical strength and technique! What a monster!"
Meanwhile, the Sharp Sword Club was ecstatic.
"Han Feng is incredible!"
Wang Meng excitedly pounded his own chest.
Gu Yun leaped to his feet.
He shouted over at the Celestial Wings Society.
"Did you hear that?!"
"Our Sharp Sword Club relies on skill!"
"Unlike some people, who only know how to rely on equipment!"
