Recommendation Tickets, please
In a medium-sized private box somewhere in the arena, the light and shadows were dim, and the air seemed to have congealed into a heavy veil.
Two middle-aged men in fitted combat attire sat upright within. Their faces were hidden behind specially made half-silver masks, revealing only cold, hard jaws and eyes without the slightest ripple. They were none other than Ming Xiangyun and Li Lingfeng, the two legion commanders of the Crimson Church.
A long silence flowed between them, with only the faint clamor drifting in from outside the window as a backdrop.
At last, Ming Xiangyun's low, hoarse voice rang out, breaking the stillness. "Chen Xiaojun, Chen Xinyi, Zhu Wuneng... those people cannot be allowed to remain."
Li Lingfeng leaned back slightly. Beneath the half-mask, the corner of his mouth seemed to tug into an almost imperceptible curve, yet there was no warmth in it. "Mm... They did put on quite a show. It was worth the effort of making this special trip to watch."
Ming Xiangyun turned his gaze toward him, with a trace of scrutiny. "No wonder you strongly suggested coming to watch in person... Have you seen them before?"
Li Lingfeng let out a barely audible, short breath, like a soft scoff. "Twice."
"The first time was four years ago in Vast Sea City. Back then, they were only a Soul Elder and a Soul Grandmaster. In that match against the Sailfish Tribe, they first showed their claws. It left quite an impression."
"The second time was just a few months ago, during the operation Old Brother Yan launched... When I saw them again then, Chen Xiaojun and Chen Xinyi had already reached the Soul King realm."
"That progress..."
He paused, the light in his eyes beneath the mask growing even