Mi Qi’s strength surpassed even Yin Xingping’s. Her Body Technique was already masterful, and since many of the prodigies lacked experience fighting against a long whip, she had won every match. Her confidence eventually swelled to the point where she challenged Ren Feng, only to be taught a harsh lesson. That was why she had now set her sights on Yu Fei.

Yin Xingping had revealed Yu Fei’s weakness in long fights, so she was confident she could defeat him.

Facing the shadows of the whip, Yu Fei took a step back. A watery, moon-colored sword light flashed, and his figure vanished without a trace!

A dense flurry of whip-shaped Qi Jin lashed the arena, producing CRACKING sounds but finding nothing.

Mi Qi stared at the empty arena, shocked and uncertain. She couldn’t understand it.

’Where did he go?’

Although she couldn’t find Yu Fei, she instantly made the wisest choice. Countless whip shadows enveloped a ten-meter radius around her. Then, like a fleeting gust of wind, she shot across half the arena, abandoning her original spot.

The two Gang Qi Realm referees couldn’t help but look toward the chief referee. They could sense Yu Fei’s position, as the difference in their realms was simply too great, but they couldn’t determine his movements. As referees, this meant they might inevitably miss something.

The Grandmaster Realm chief referee, floating in mid-air, gave a slight wave of his hand, signaling for them to remain calm. Everything was still under control.

Even so, the two couldn’t hide their shock. ’Yu Fei is only at the second stage of cultivation, yet he can hide his form right in front of us. We can only sense his position because of the massive gap between our realms. What if he were a high-level Inner Qi Realm practitioner? Or even in the Gang Qi Realm?’

Zhang Xunyi stood frozen in place. Inspired by Yin Xingping, he had already devised a way to deal with Yu Fei, but the man had just revealed another trump card, rendering his plan useless.

Ren Feng and the other top prodigies also wore grave expressions. ’This Yu Fei is like a bottomless treasure chest,’ they thought, ’always pulling out some bizarre yet powerful trump card that completely contradicts his meager second-stage cultivation.’

Normally, a prodigy at the second stage would have little energy to spare for other Cultivation Techniques. Even if they forced themselves to learn one, they might not be able to use it effectively.

For Yu Fei to have mastered so many abilities, he clearly possessed exceptionally high cultivation talent. Yet his realm was so low. It was a contradiction.

Among all the prodigies present, only Luo Mengfei, who had specifically trained in a sensory Cultivation Technique, could vaguely grasp Yu Fei’s position. Everyone else was completely oblivious.

Wu Yi’s expression was fervent. He had already made up his mind: no matter what, he had to poach Yu Fei for Shenhan University.

’This kid is a born reconnaissance Martial Artist! Sword Cultivators already possess the ultimate in offensive power, and his Phaseless Sword Qi is a prime example of that. Now he’s revealed an extraordinary stealth ability. On top of that, I’ve also noticed he seems to have cultivated the Pure Yang True Body. Its powerful regenerative ability guarantees his endurance under the extreme conditions of a battlefield.’

Each of these abilities was exceptional on its own, let alone combined in one person. He was a natural-born assassin, a god of death on the battlefield. With just a little training, a broadening of his methods, and a boost to his realm, a top-tier reconnaissance Martial Artist would be ready to go.

Among all types of Martial Artists, the ones in shortest supply were always the support and reconnaissance types—one, the navigator of a team; the other, the king of solo operations.

"This won’t do. Yu Fei’s file isn’t detailed enough. Liu, use my Observation Order, plus Shenhan University’s clearance, and get me all of Yu Fei’s information. I’ll review it tonight."

Wu Yi wasn’t the only one. The other observers from the Seven Greats weren’t fools; they could all see Yu Fei’s value and potential career path. Representatives from Chongming, Wanren Mountain, Xinghai, Tianwen, and Tianchen all took notice. Even Mr. Zhuang from Yuqing University, who had practically given up on him, couldn’t help but re-evaluate the possibility of Yu Fei joining Yuqing.

To the Seven Greats, one’s realm wasn’t particularly significant—of course, this referred to the six realms before Grandmaster. With enough resources, the Seven Greats could mass-produce Gang Qi Martial Artists, though there was little point in doing so.

These top-tier universities would typically provide vast resources to help their prodigies advance to the Inner Qi Realm. After that, they would have them suppress their realm’s advancement to instead expand their range of abilities, allowing them to achieve peak combat power and become nearly invincible within their own realm.

Only prodigies like these had a chance of breaking through to the Martial Saint realm. In fact, when the Seven Greats cultivated their prodigies, they were always planning a path for them to become Martial Saints. Grandmaster was never the end goal.

It was just that there were always unexpected turns during the cultivation process, and not everyone could reach the final destination.

The reason reconnaissance and support-type Martial Artists were so valuable was not only due to their special abilities and enhanced effectiveness on the battlefield. According to statistics, these two types also had the highest probability of breaking through to the Martial Saint realm.

The support type was heavily dependent on one’s martial aptitude. A formidable support-type Martial Artist didn’t just cultivate various support-oriented Secret Techniques; they could also take a beating and dish out damage, serving as the core of a team.

Reconnaissance-type Martial Artists constantly walked the edge of danger and thus needed to possess overwhelming raw power.

Yu Fei was oblivious to all of this. In the silence, he carefully adjusted his position, waiting for Mi Qi to take the bait. At that moment, Mi Qi was at her most tense. All of her sensory abilities were proving ineffective, and her mind was gradually descending into panic.

Yu Fei maintained his Illusory Sword Intent, closing his eyes to carefully calculate Mi Qi’s movement patterns.

Aided by his seven-fold enhanced neural reaction speed, his eyes soon lit up. Mi Qi’s Body Technique was unpredictable, but her turns and movements still followed a certain pattern. Given the limited size of the arena, he found the area where she paused most frequently.

’Found it!’

He moved to the specific spot he had calculated and lay in wait.

The location wasn’t a sure thing, but it was where Mi Qi had the highest probability of appearing.

Mi Qi’s Body Technique was extremely fast, but the arena was small. An unseen enemy exerted immense psychological pressure. Moreover, Yu Fei was a Sword Cultivator, a being whose offensive power was off the charts. If he got close to her, Mi Qi would have no way to deal with that strange, crimson Sword Qi.