Not a Proper Monk

The man attempted to gain an advantage by striking first. Against an ordinary opponent, this strategy might have worked, but he was up against Ye Fan, a prodigy who had fused over ten emperor-tier weapons. Even without armor derived from these weapons, his physical strength was comparable to that of a same-level Demon Clan member, perhaps even stronger.

Ye Fan activated his demonic arts, causing demonic patterns to emerge on his body as he launched a counterattack.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of explosions erupted on the arena as the two figures blurred into shadows, constantly exchanging blows. While it appeared they were evenly matched, a discerning observer could tell it was anything but—Ye Fan was clearly dominating the fight.

"The outcome was decided from the start; this fight isn't very interesting."

"Where did Master go? Why isn't he here to watch the finals? He said he'd ask me some questions."