6 6-Welcome to the new world.

For the first time, Shen Yunling trembled with fury. Struggling to steady his body, he felt blood rush to his head as he fixed his gaze on Su Fu, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

He could not lose. He must not lose. He would not lose!

The more he thought, the angrier he became. A mere commoner, an insignificant ant he had never bothered to notice, dared to look at him with such eyes?!

What infuriated him even more was the look of disappointment on Su Fu’s face just moments ago.

It was as if she had finally climbed a long-admired mountain peak, only to find that when the mist cleared, before her lay nothing but mediocre hills.

She even turned away, too indifferent to glance at him once more.

How dare this wretched woman treat him like that!

As Su Fu turned her back, countless demons swarmed around her. Shen Yunling’s chest burned with pain, yet he maliciously thought, “Take her down! You demons, attack her!”

But Su Fu didn’t even look back.

With a flick of her golden cudgel, countless demons were instantly slain before they could even scream.

It was effortless.

Then, Su Fu’s gaze swept across everyone present.

Four divine silhouettes appeared behind her, dazzlingly bright, painfully piercing to the eyes.

They also sparked wild envy.

“Anyone else want to come?” she asked.

No one answered. She looked at each of them in turn.

“You? Han Yuxuan?”

Han Yuxuan’s pupils shrank, and she instinctively took a step back.

What a joke—Shen Yunling had already been sent flying by a single strike. Was she courting death by stepping forward? Su Fu was clearly mad!

She recalled how she had once mocked Su Fu’s Chinese divine system in the classroom, and now wished she could disappear into the ground.

She was truly afraid Su Fu’s cudgel would send her to the afterlife.

But Su Fu only chuckled lightly, then fixed her gaze on Jiang Qingyu.

“What about you?”

“Jiang Qingyu,” came the calm reply.

“Want to try?”

Their eyes met.

There was only one first place.

No one ever remembered who came second.

At that moment, a cold sneer shattered the tense atmosphere between them.

“Hmph...” Shen Yunling wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression dark and fierce. “Su Fu, you’re bluffing.”

“Your divine power must be exhausted, right?” He stepped forward slowly, both probing and provoking.

“Is that why you’re putting on this act, trying to scare us off?”

Shen Yunling knew this tactic well; he had done it himself before.

If Su Fu truly still had divine power, she would have struck him down already—there was no way she’d let him off so easily.

She wouldn’t be politely asking if anyone else wanted to challenge her.

She certainly wouldn’t be hesitating.

Only fools like Han Yuxuan would be scared off—genuinely afraid.

He summoned Apollo’s divine bow, golden light enveloping his figure.

“Let me show you what aristocratic power really means!”

Behind him, Apollo’s silhouette solidified, majestic divine energy rippling across the arena.

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