Inside Shrek's waiting area, Yu Xiaogang frowned deeply and asked in a low voice, "Xiao San, did you figure out the nature of his attack?"
Fine beads of sweat formed on Tang San's forehead as he slowly shook his head. "Teacher, I observed the entire match." His voice was slightly hoarse. "Even though I could see the Imperial Dou Team through the poison mist, I never managed to catch Feng Yao's attack trajectory."
Yu Xiaogang's brows remained tightly furrowed, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest. "This defies reason. No matter how concealed an attack is, there should be Soul Power fluctuations. Without any obvious offensive move, how could it inflict actual damage?"
Tang San's fingers unconsciously rubbed Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night, the purple in his eyes not yet faded. "The only thing I can confirm is that every time he plucked the strings, there were Soul Power fluctuations. But his method of attack..." Tang San's Adam's apple bobbed. "It was as if it appeared out of thin air."
Yu Xiaogang's expression grew even graver. Looking toward Feng Yao, who was chatting and laughing not far away, he muttered, "Invisible Blade. That is the most terrifying killing move."
This question troubled not only him, but also every spectator. The Red-robed Cardinals in the VIP seats exchanged baffled looks, while even the other members of the Imperial Dou Team wore blank expressions.
"If we could inspect the wounds..." Tang San said thoughtfully.
A sharp glint flashed through Yu Xiaogang's eyes before quickly dimming. "It's useless." He shook his head with a bitter smile. "With Nine Heart Begonia's healing effect, not even scars would remain, much less any characteristics of the wounds."
Yu Tianheng added in a deep voice, "Ling Ling's healing has always been flawless."
Ma Hongjun slapped his thigh, suddenly enlightened.