On the arena, Xu Mutian's perfect features and handsome face had gone pale. His thin lips trembled, and not a trace remained of his usual suave bearing. He could only let out a despondent sigh.
All his painstaking calculations had come to nothing. He had lost in a truly wretched fashion. He wondered how Ning Ke saw him now.
"This battle goes to the Heir of Prince Liang. Next, Chief Constable Ning will face Chief Constable Wen. Please take the stage."
With a sweep of his brush, Qu Ping made the announcement without the slightest emotion, addressing Ning Ke and the solitary figure on the other side of Heaven's Punishment Platform.
The two matches had ended terrifyingly quickly. There had been none of that supposedly epic fighting for days and nights without a victor.
"Little Dream Lord Wen Rui studied under the Dream Lord. His killing arts are unknown, but he certainly excels in the Dream Lord's Great Dream Heart Sutra. Be careful of his mind-bewitching methods. Don't fall into his trap."
Seeing Ning Ke about to take the stage, Xiang Yang felt somewhat nervous. He had wanted to pour out his feelings and teach her a Primordial Spirit Martial Art at the last minute to improve her odds, but he knew Ning Ke would not accept it, so he could only offer a hurried warning.
What kind of person was Ning Ke?
Unlike ordinary women in their frailty, she was strong and independent. She would not readily accept another's goodwill. Even if she and Xiang Yang had grown somewhat close and could be considered friends, it made no difference.
"Don't worry. So long as Primordial Spirit power has not reached the realm of mentally interfering with reality, he won't be my match."
Confidence filled Ning Ke's bright eyes. Beneath