Several spectators immediately recognized the man. His name was well known throughout the Sky Caravan, his reputation built over years of tournaments and battles.
Wu Fan possessed a certain level of fame within the Caravan. He was not a genius. He was not a prodigy. He did not possess the innate talent that allowed some cultivators to stand out from a young age.
But he had participated in numerous tournaments over the years and built a solid reputation through constant battles. He was an experienced fighter, accustomed to facing opponents of every kind.
An experienced cultivator. Accustomed to fighting. His mere presence radiated confidence.
Wu Fan cast only a brief glance at Kyrian before calmly stepping onto the arena. His eyes swept over the young man, evaluating his posture, his aura, and his cultivation level.
'Only the fourth stage...' he thought inwardly, a faint smile curling his lips.
'Looks like this fight will be simple.'
