Qiangu Zhangting's Jealousy

"I never expected that choosing to enter the Federation system back then would bring such an unexpected windfall."

Nan Fusheng lowered his eyes to sense the changes within his body, a nearly imperceptible curve touching his lips.

Two different kinds of luck quietly resonated within him. Humanity's warmth and the wildness of Soul Beasts collided yet harmonized with one another, forming a wondrous balance through the circulation of World Harmony.

He could clearly sense that his connection to the entire world was growing ever closer, as though a mere gesture could stir the energy of heaven and earth. This sense of control far surpassed a simple increase in Soul Power, deepening his understanding of World Harmony another layer.

Although he could influence luck through the power of the Potion Sequence, he was, on the surface, still a Spirit Master. Naturally, he had to fight like one.

In the Audience, everyone watched Nan Fusheng. Though they could not see the flow of luck as he could, they could vaguely sense that the aura radiating from him had become increasingly unfathomable.

It was a complex aura—majestic yet wild, gentle yet domineering. It inspired fear, yet also stirred an inexplicable sense of closeness.

Chi Shanming finally recovered his senses. Clutching his chest, he struggled to raise his head, his gaze toward Nan Fusheng filled with shock.

He had dominated the arena for many years, yet he had never seen such a bizarre Spirit Skill—his own attack had somehow injured himself in the end, and more severely than his opponent.

"I was careless. Could that feeling mean he possesses a Spirit Skill that reflects damage?" Chi Shanming sprang backward, feeling the pain in his chest as he swiftly analyzed his opponent's abilities.

Nan Fusheng slowly withdrew his gaze and focused once more on Chi