When his number was called, Li Hao stepped onto the arena stage and waited quietly.
Noise filled the surroundings, and quite a few gazes had already settled on him. But after his clash with the Bright Moon Saint Child, under the eyes of a million disciples, Half-Saints, and even Sages, this felt as light as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze. His attention wandered to another battle stage, where he watched a match he had not finished watching earlier.
It was a fight between whip techniques and hidden weapons. Neither combatant was particularly strong, but it was very interesting.
"You still have the leisure to watch other people fight?"
Suddenly, a soft, feminine voice sounded beside him, carrying a hint of surprise.
Li Hao drew back his wandering attention and turned to look. His opponent had already come onto the stage. She was an eighteen-year-old woman with lovely features, her gentle eyes and brows revealing a trace of innocent charm.
"Please."
Li Hao immediately gestured for her to begin.
Li Qingyi looked at his calm, unruffled expression. He seemed entirely free of the tension of an impending fight. She raised her brows slightly, finding it rather amusing.
"You don't seem to think you could lose at all."
"?"
Somewhat surprised, Li Hao asked, "Since I came up here, naturally I think I'll win. Otherwise, who would come to compete?"
That makes sense, but running into me means you're out of luck... Li Qingyi shook her head slightly. Although she had not intended to fight seriously, this was the selection for the top ten thousand, so naturally she would not hold back.
"Sorry."
She spoke to Li Hao, then raised her hand. As a magic array formed, she uttered a word softly.
"Suppress!"
Words became law. A single word brought suppression.