When Feng Shayan saw Feng Baobao simply turn around and head out of the arena without a care in the world, she realized the scruffy woman had no intention of fighting her.
She felt completely ignored and was furious. She shouted at Feng Baobao, "Feng Baobao, what are you doing? Get back here right now!"
Feng Baobao really did stop, but she only turned her head. She didn't come back, and what she said was infuriating. "I came to deal with a threat to Zhang Chulan. You're no match for him now, so I'm done!"
Rong Shan watched Feng Baobao nearly walk out the door from his vantage point up high. Frowning, he asked, "Feng Baobao, you're in the middle of a match. Are you giving up?"
But Feng Baobao didn't answer. She kept walking toward the door, determined to leave. She wanted to look around and see if there was anything else tasty to eat!
Feng Shayan felt humiliated. Her eyes reddened, and she swung a fist, ready to hit Feng Baobao.
Just as she swung, a ribbon of black energy seized her arm, making it impossible for her to attack.
Unable to move her fist, Feng Shayan turned around and saw her father, Feng Zhenghao. She didn't know when he had come down, but he was using his energy to restrain her arm and keep her from attacking.
When Rong Shan saw that Feng Zhenghao had gone down, he hurriedly asked, "President Feng, what are you—"
Before Feng Zhenghao could answer, Old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei said solemnly, "It's fine. President Feng will handle it."
Feng Zhenghao gave Zhang Zhiwei a grateful glance, then spoke gently to Feng Shayan. "Shayan, didn't I tell you yesterday? You don't need to compete today. Just get some rest."
Feng Shayan still