Xuan Ci and Heavenly Sha were both geniuses of assassination. As skilled killers who knew to flee the moment a strike failed to kill, they spent most of the battle in concealment. Even when they clashed, they only traded a few rapid blows before vanishing again. Such a battle was undeniably thrilling in the eyes of killers, but for Zi Tianfei and the other young girls, it was unbearably frustrating. They much preferred face-to-face combat.
"Grandpa Ling, how much longer will this boring fight go on?" Zi Tianfei looked thoroughly impatient as she gazed toward the arena. "The two of them are clearly evenly matched. Why keep fighting like this?"
"Heavenly Sha's reckless words earlier crossed the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race's bottom line. This is no longer a personal battle, but a fight for the honor of an entire race." Old Man Ling's expression was grave. Seeing everyone lost in thought, he nodded. "That's right. It means the two of them will fight to the death."
"Exactly. If someone insulted Lingxiao Pavilion, I'd fight him to the death too." A trace of killing intent flashed in Ling Tian's eyes, but when he looked at Xuan Ci in the arena, his brows knitted together. "Their stalemate is only temporary. Xuan Ci will gradually fall behind, and the longer this goes on, the worse things will get."
"That's right. The Mysterious Spirit Bee Race has very little spiritual energy to begin with." Hu Yao picked up the conversation, her foxlike eyes filled with worry. "And maintaining such intense focus is taking a heavy toll on his mind, too. Xuan Ci's position will grow more and more disadvantageous. If he doesn't change his strategy, I'm afraid..."
At her words, Xuan Ning and the others looked deeply worried. Still, they had complete faith in