Within the dream realm.
On the arena stage, Fang Yuan controlled Young Heavenly Theft's body as he engaged in a rather difficult battle against his opponent.
This time, his opponent was a burly youth. Both his hands were held like palms, and whenever he chopped or slashed, streaks of lightning flashed and shot toward Fang Yuan.
This youth was one of the tribe's biggest favorites to seize the championship.
Had it been an ordinary youth fighting, he would likely have been struck by the lightning long ago, shocked until his whole body convulsed, incontinent, and immediately stripped of all combat power.
But at this moment, Fang Yuan held the upper hand.
Based on Young Heavenly Theft's own methods, he simply lacked the ability to evade the lightning strikes. But Fang Yuan's seasoned eyes were fixed tightly on every movement of his opponent.
Whenever his opponent raised his palm-blade high, Fang Yuan could deduce the direction of the coming attack from the changes in his shoulders, gaze, and entire center of gravity.
Because of this, Fang Yuan could always evade the lightning strikes, repeatedly making dodges so incomprehensible that those watching found them unbelievable.
"Do you only know how to dodge, you bastard?" his opponent roared impatiently.
"Hehe, if you've got the guts, come catch me! Come hit me!" Fang Yuan shouted strangely, mocking his opponent with all his might.
Sure enough, his opponent was still too young. He flew into a rage at once and lunged at Fang Yuan again. "If you've got the guts, fight me, you scoundrel!"
But Fang Yuan merely dodged.
The surrounding spectators could no longer stand watching it. They immediately began jeering and condemning Fang Yuan's mouse-like cowardice.
Some even shouted, "The gap in strength is so huge, yet you still won't hurry up and