The little thoughts of those few people were but a drop in the ocean amid the vast crowd of several hundred gathered around the grand arena, causing not the slightest ripple.
At one side of the arena, Zheng Que, Su Can, and their other friends had been waiting for some time. Seeing the killing intent written across Niu Dali's face, they all spoke up to encourage him, united in hatred of the enemy.
Niu Dali was bold and forthright by nature, responding to each of them in turn. His expression remained relaxed and at ease, without the slightest trace of pressure, showing his extraordinary confidence in his own strength.
On the other side, before taking the stage, Fu Ning reminded Ji Chang,
"Though I truly dislike that arrogant, crude Niu Dali, I cannot deny that his martial arts are extremely formidable. Otherwise, he could not have made such a name for himself in so short a time. If you truly cannot defeat him, consider using the thing I gave you."
Ji Chang nodded. The gloomy aura surrounding him seemed to have become instinctive. A thread of ominous electric light flickered through his black pupils, and with a slight sway of his body, he vanished from where he stood. He had already appeared at one side of the enormous arena.
With one of the parties involved taking the stage, the emotions that the surrounding martial artists had been brewing for so long erupted with a bang. They shouted and hollered, the blazing atmosphere spurring their adrenaline, leaving every one of them red-faced and hot-blooded.
Niu Dali gave a cold smile. He bent his knees slightly, exerted force through his feet, and shot into the air with a whoosh. When he landed upon the arena's mottled white stone surface, a visible gust