Qin Shaofeng shook his head and simply stopped asking anything further.
As for what Fu Cheng was thinking, it was not that he did not understand—it was that he understood most of it.
Fu Cheng's status as Senior Disciple Brother was truly open to criticism. If Zhao Ziyu had not seemed quite willing to relinquish the position and rarely appeared before others, Fu Cheng's position as Senior Disciple Brother would not have seemed so secure.
This tournament, however, had changed everything.
Qin Shaofeng had only just entered the sect.
Even though his combat strength was equally formidable, and his leadership abilities seemed far greater than Fu Cheng's, people would not think much of it because he had only just joined the sect.
But Zhao Ziyu was an entirely different matter!
After pondering for a moment,
he looked toward the arena once more.
Han Yue was a mysterious existence even to the sect, someone they did not dare offend lightly.
Even if her cultivation was not particularly high, that veil of mystery gave her an overwhelming presence.
Ordinary people would feel guilty merely standing before her.
Zhao Ziyu was also mysterious, but could he really be Han Yue's opponent?
This doubt was not limited to Qin Shaofeng. Everyone who saw the two step onto the arena had the same thought arise in their hearts.
The most mysterious battle.
"Second match of the second round, begin!"
The referee's shout finally rang out.
Two powerful auras immediately erupted.
Two entirely different auras that seemed to spring from the same tune made Qin Shaofeng feel strangely unsettled with just one distant glance.
They seemed... to possess remarkably similar auras!
Even as they faced each other like needle against wheat stalk, the expressions in their eyes seemed equally alike.
But was that not far too