Watching Dai Yao flee after suffering a disadvantage, Dai Yaming withdrew his hands and sneered contemptuously. "Heh, why did you run? You don't dare face me head-on? Or is everyone right—you really are a coward?"
Anyone with even a little discernment could tell that Dai Yao's move had failed to achieve its effect. After Dai Yaming blocked it, Dai Yao had been at a disadvantage in every subsequent exchange.
This was the difference in real combat! "The Second Prince will win!"
"Exactly. The Fourth Prince is nothing but a clown!"
"The two princes are worlds apart in actual combat. The Fourth Prince has already shown signs of defeat. If he can't bring out something new, the situation will become dangerous," someone analyzed calmly.
Feng Wutong, watching the battle, couldn't help but grow worried. Ye Nantian's expression also darkened.
Compared with those supporting Dai Yao, the Second Prince had far more followers. Seeing the Second Prince gain the upper hand, the Duel Arena instantly erupted in rhythmic cheers.
The deafening noise surged like waves, rising and falling one after another.
A powerful oppressive force rushed toward Dai Yao from every direction. The invisible pressure seemed to make his steps several times heavier.
On the high platform, Zhu Zhuqing clasped her hands before her chest, her expression worried. Beside her, Zhu Zhuyue was beaming with delight, looking smug.
"Look, my dear little sister. Enjoy the slaughter that follows!" Her eyes were alluring, but her words were ice-cold.
The Fifth Elder stared coldly at the arena. When he casually glanced at Bishop Ferdinand beside him, he discovered a hint of anticipation in the bishop's eyes.
What is he looking forward to? the Fifth Elder wondered.
But everything that happened next in the arena answered his question.
Although his surprise move had failed, Dai