Many of the Martial Arts masters heard Zhang Ruochen's words through the clamour of the Martial Market Coliseum and became aware of Huang Li's abnormalities.
"That's not Huang Li in the Coliseum?"
"How can that be? He looks just like Huang Li. There's no way he could be a fake."
"Zhang Ruochen's only saying because he's no match for Huang Li," a disciple of the Yuntai Suzerain said with a snort. "Pay no attention to his excuses; that is Huang Li. I'm familiar with all my fellow elder brothers and would never confuse him with someone else."
Even as all the disciples of the Yuntai Suzerain continued to insist the man in the Coliseum was Huang Li, the strength he exhibited grew more and more powerful. Soon, he had grown beyond even the reach of a second-class genius.
"What shall we do, elder brother?" Chang Qiqi said with alarm. "Huang Li should not be this strong. If this duel goes on, junior fellow apprentice Zhang will certainly die."