The match ended so quickly that it surpassed everyone's imagination. The spectator stands, whose clamor had not yet died down, suddenly fell silent. Only after a long while did an uproar break out.
When Angel turned to look at the arena, Xiliu had already been carried away.
The victor was beyond doubt: Onassis.
But what exactly had happened in between?
Although Angel had been speaking with Sabo, part of his attention had been on the arena. He had clearly seen that after the match began, Onassis had neither spoken nor made any move, yet Xiliu had fallen to the ground on her own.
The only guess in Angel's mind... could it be that Xiliu had fallen asleep again?
But hadn't she taken medicine?
Puzzled, Angel went to the medical team. When he entered, he found that the physician who had treated her had already left, with only Nausicaa and the others keeping watch nearby.
"What's going on with Xiliu?" Angel asked.
Nausicaa frowned. "She's asleep."
Shan added, "According to the diagnosis, Xiliu really is only asleep, with no other injuries... But before she went onstage, we saw her drink the potion with our own eyes. By all rights, the effects shouldn't have worn off so quickly."
Angel stepped forward to examine her as well. Xiliu was indeed perfectly fine. She was simply sleeping.
But just as Shan had said, Xiliu should not have fallen asleep so soon. There had to be something strange about this.
After thinking for a moment, Angel said to everyone, "How about this? I'll enter her dream and see what's going on."
Serum, who sat off to the side holding the Black Codex, looked at Angel curiously. "Since when did you learn the Dream Entry Technique? Cross-discipline cultivation?"
Angel nodded. "Something like that."
Serum looked utterly