A Fixed Match

"Fors, what's going on? Isn't Ao Wuchang your subordinate? Why does he look at Fusheng like he's carrying some deep-seated grudge?"

Amid the roaring clamor from the stands, Xu Xiaoyan gently nudged Fors beside her, her voice filled with barely concealed concern.

"I don't know either."

Fors's delicate brows furrowed slightly. A clear hint of confusion crossed her usually languid, refined face.

That shouldn't be the case. Ao Wuchang should know Nan Fusheng's identity.

Before the match began, Ao Wuchang had even called her specifically and solemnly promised, "I will definitely present Lord Fors with a spectacular battle."

But now, as she watched Nan Fusheng surrounded by three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts below, doubt inevitably arose in her heart. Had Ao Wuchang chosen to betray her?

The thought had barely surfaced before Fors suppressed it. Yet upon further consideration, she felt that it was not entirely impossible.

After all, Ao Wuchang had only pledged allegiance after being subdued by her strength. He was not truly one of her own. The loyalty of someone won over through intimidation perhaps deserved a great big question mark.

Seeing Xu Xiaoyan's concern, Fors softly reassured her, "Xiaoyan, don't worry. Fusheng has some strength of his own. He won't get into trouble so easily."

Though Fors still harbored doubts about Ao Wuchang's unusual behavior, she had never once doubted Nan Fusheng's strength.

Even if he used only a Spirit Master's abilities, there was absolutely no Spirit Master at this Martial Arts Matchmaking Convention who could truly harm him in the slightest.

The Fate-type ability, "World Harmony," was an incredibly unfair ability.

On the arena, the roars of the three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts made the air tremble faintly. Their immense Soul Power fluctuations swept toward Nan Fusheng like tangible waves.

Among the three Soul Beasts, the