While everyone else still thought poorly of Tang Yuan, a measure of relief appeared on Lu Feng's face.
He had already understood why Tang Yuan had chosen Zuo Fangming this time.
In the Martial Arts Arena.
Unlike the previous forest, which had been filled everywhere with lush, towering trees, Tang Yuan and Zuo Fangming's battlefield now held nothing but shattered stones across the ground.
Zuo Fangming specialized in staff techniques. Thus, from the moment Tang Yuan entered, he had already been gripping his usual long staff—the Mingtian Staff.
Tang Yuan did not hesitate either, taking a staff from his storage artifact.
An utterly ordinary staff that looked as though it had been carved directly from wood!
Zuo Fangming could not help but pause when he saw Tang Yuan suddenly wielding a staff. Then, a hint of derision curled across his lips.
His provocation atop the cliff earlier had been deliberate, intended to make Tang Yuan challenge him first. But the mockery and contempt at the corner of his mouth now came straight from the heart.
First, he was laughing at the absurdly ordinary long staff in Tang Yuan's hand.
Second, he was laughing at Tang Yuan for actually choosing to fight him with staff techniques. He truly did not know his own limits.
Had Tang Yuan used some other skill, Zuo Fangming might have been somewhat wary. But when it came to staff techniques, he believed he could utterly crush Tang Yuan.
Never mind that Tang Yuan had already expended quite a bit of strength— even if he were at his peak, Zuo Fangming was absolutely certain he could knock him down beneath his long staff.
When it came to staffs, he had never feared anyone.
Clang! Clang! Clang...
Seeing Tang Yuan charging toward him, Zuo Fangming did not meet