The June dawn already carried a scorching heat. The world lay shrouded beneath a stifling haze, and the suffocating windlessness was almost unbearable. Yet the surrounding crowd seemed utterly oblivious to it. Though drenched in sweat, their burning gazes remained fixed on the stage.
On the stage, Wang Hu and Feng Qingyuan stood facing one another like two statues poised to strike.
Wang Hu was broad and powerfully built, with long limbs, needle-like cropped hair, and sharp eyes. Like a beast ready to pounce, he locked onto Feng Qingyuan without letting up.
Feng Qingyuan's expression remained steady. Faced with Wang Hu's stare, he was as calm as an ancient pool, without the slightest ripple.
The two had stood in silent confrontation for more than a dozen breaths, and a suffocating fighting intent filled the air.
Below the stage, silence reigned as everyone held their breath and waited.
Then Wang Hu suddenly let out an eagle's cry and shot forward. His eagle claw lunged straight for Feng Qingyuan's face, carrying a shrill whistle that tore through the air.
A glint flashed through Feng Qingyuan's eyes as he moved. With the force of a fierce tiger descending the mountain, his tiger claw met the attack. The several meters between them vanished in an instant; fierce winds howled, and their clothes whipped wildly.
Bang! Their claws collided, and a muffled boom like thunder shook the entire venue. Force surged outward, seeming to rip the air apart in visible waves.
Both men retreated several steps. A trace of surprise flashed through Wang Hu's eyes. "Late Hidden Strength?"
This did not match the intelligence. Wasn't Feng Qingyuan at Mid Hidden Strength?
This was clearly the combat power of Late Hidden Strength!
Hong Jiantong and Xiong Jiang both turned to look at Guan Lie, surprise flashing