Over the years, the Po Family Brothers had suffered too many losses at Ling Tian's hands. Every setback had made them wiser, and they had grown cleverer—at the very least, they could now see through many of Ling Tian's little tricks. They knew all too well that he was good at putting on an act and pretending to be weak. They also understood his personality: Ling Tian wasn't someone who wore his emotions on his sleeve. Even Ling Yu's grievous injuries wouldn't be enough to make him lose his reason.
When something unusual happened, there was always a reason. Ling Tian had been acting strangely of late, which naturally made Chi Xue and the others suspect that he was putting on an act.
That was right. Ling Tian's behavior against Gao Feng had been far too unusual. In Chi Xue and the others' eyes, he was obviously acting, and the purpose was naturally to mislead Gao Feng and the others, then give them a nasty surprise. All of this hinged on Ling Tian's confidence—his certainty that he could defeat them. Otherwise, sealing off the arena with a spatial barrier would only be trapping himself.
Chi Xue and the others knew Ling Tian wasn't foolish enough to trap himself. If he'd done this, he must have been quite confident. In other words, he was sure he could kill all eight of Gao Feng's group.
"Exactly. Ling Tian is putting on an act so Gao Feng and the others will suggest sealing off the arena. That'll give him a chance to kill all eight of them. After all, if they see things going badly, Gao Feng and the others will flee. It's hardly realistic for Ling Tian to chase down eight people by himself. The only way to kill them is to