Ai Changyuan stood nonchalantly in the center of the arena, seemingly indifferent to the thunderstorm-like scene around him.
No one thought there was anything wrong with this; the descendant of a Yuanli Master indeed had such qualifications. After all, in the previous nine matches, he had defeated his opponents with just a single martial skill each time, clearly demonstrating his profound mastery of strength control.
His tranquil demeanor formed a stark contrast with the flickering thunderstorm around him, as if the raging energy couldn't affect his "calm."
At that moment, Wu Shiqin charged out from the electric light in front of him, throwing a punch straight at the young man's face.
Ai Changyuan didn't even open his eyes, simply lifting his hand and casually blocking it.
"Wu Shiqin" shattered just like that. This was an illusion formed by electromagnetic power.