Yi Feng was utterly speechless.
It seemed that every move he made now could cause a sensation.
Fine.
He might as well clarify things quickly.
He found a spot right in the middle and raised his head, clearing his throat before speaking out loud.
"Everyone."
"Let me clarify something: I came here today not for any kind of sparring match, because I have absolutely no interest in such a thing."
"And even if I did have interest, I wouldn't spar with an Eighth-Rank Formation Master like this."
"Because I'm just a complete idiot who doesn't understand formations at all."
"I'm here today specifically to address this matter. The so-called title of Eighth-Rank Formation Master that's been attributed to me is purely a fabrication concocted by everyone. I'm really just a little rookie who doesn't understand formations. Whether you believe it or not, accept it or not, that's the truth."
"Alright, I'm leaving. You all do as you please."
As soon as Yi Feng finished speaking, everyone present was left in a daze.
Including Li Yinglian himself, who furrowed his brows tightly.
Even the two figures in the sky were utterly baffled.
First, let's not even get into whether you understand formations or not.
The key point is, if you're not here for a sparring match, why did you walk into Li Yinglian's Demon-Slaying Formation?
Doesn't that mean you have to spar whether you want to or not?
But just as everyone was puzzled, someone in the crowd suddenly let out a loud scream.
Following this scream, everyone present turned their gazes towards Yi Feng.
And with that one glance, everyone's jaws dropped in unison, their eyes wide like those of a bull.
Li Yinglian himself also felt his legs go weak and nearly collapsed to the ground.
As for Elder Bing in the sky, he was even worse—he nearly fell from midair, and in his shock, he yanked out a big clump of his beard.
Because everyone saw that after speaking, Yi Feng simply turned around and walked out of the formation.
Yes.
He just walked out of the formation like it was nothing.
Not only did he not exert any effort, but he even yawned with a deadpan expression.
At this moment, the entire venue fell silent.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
They were all so stunned that they felt like fishbones were stuck in their throats, unable to speak for a long time.
The place was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.
The sound of wind and sand blowing, the gentle breeze rustling the leaves, and the faint noise of leaves brushing against the ground—all these subtle sounds became startlingly clear.
A Demon-Slaying Formation like this, if anyone other than an Eighth-Rank Formation Master walked into it, it would be a sure death sentence. Yet Yi Feng walked in and out in the blink of an eye, as easily as someone buying vegetables at a market, and then claimed he was a formation idiot who didn't understand formations?
Is that what a formation idiot looks like?
Is that what not understanding formations means?
If that's the case, then the people here, including themselves, not only don't understand formations, they're not even worthy of being called human.
Li Yinglian, drenched in cold sweat, stood there with his head bowed, looking like a clown.
He had anticipated that Yi Feng might be really powerful.
He even considered the possibility that Yi Feng could walk out of his formation within three days.
But he had never imagined the scenario where Yi Feng walked in one moment and out the next.
Such a scene, he didn't even dare to imagine!
Yet it happened right before his eyes, and he had no choice but to believe it.
He wore a sarcastic smile, a self-mockery.
He wished he could find a crack in the ground and immediately dive into it.
Because from the casual ease with which Yi Feng walked out of the formation, it was clear that the two were not on the same level at all.
And the reason Yi Feng said he had no interest in the sparring match wasn't because he didn't understand formations, but because he genuinely had no interest.
Imagine a mighty lion living in peace.
One day, an ant sets up an arena in front of other ants, challenging the lion to a fight. What interest could the lion possibly have?
Being able to show up at the scene was already the lion's greatest respect for the ants.
Li Yinglian's head bowed lower and lower.
He couldn't even muster a shred of unwillingness or discontent towards his own defeat, not even a hint of resentment, because the gap was simply too vast.
It was vast enough to make him despair, to make him feel powerless.
Yi Feng had given him a profound lesson.
It was a lesson that truly humbled him, a lesson that taught him what it means that there's always someone better out there, that the sky is higher than the heavens.
In the sky, Elder Bing was still trembling, his appearance resembling a heart attack.
"Elder Bing, calm down! Calm down!"
The man next to him supported him, carefully asking.
"Ninth-Rank, this is at least a Ninth-Rank Formation Master."
"And not just any beginner Ninth-Rank, but one who has truly mastered the art of formations!"
Elder Bing clutched his chest, trembling as he exclaimed.
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