"Hiss—! What kind of weapon is that? It feels so awful!"
"There are actually gloves like that? Looks like Wang Wenhao isn't some impulsive fool after all!"
"Terrifying! Those gloves feel far too terrifying to me. If I had to face them directly, I don't even know whether I'd have the will to fight!"
"..."
Listening to the discussions around him, Qin Shaofeng narrowed his eyes slightly.
Just moments ago, he had activated Fiery Golden Eyes again, but to Qin Shaofeng's surprise, Fiery Golden Eyes had failed to detect anything this time.
"Those gloves aren't simple!"
A glint flashed through his eyes as Qin Shaofeng suddenly shouted at Du Meng on the arena stage, "Mengzi, be careful! Don't let your guard down!"
In truth, Du Meng had already steeled himself without Qin Shaofeng's reminder.
Ever since Wang Wenhao had put on those gloves, Du Meng had felt that Wang Wenhao had changed completely.
But Du Meng soon realized that it was not Wang Wenhao who had changed. Rather, the gloves had made him feel as though Wang Wenhao had changed.
That feeling naturally made Du Meng wary.
Du Meng's caution made Wang Wenhao smile.
"Ha ha ha, Du Meng, stop struggling. Although it's my first time using Cold Star, with it, I'm confident that I can fight even an Innate First Layer Martial Master. You're finished!"
With that, Wang Wenhao laughed loudly. He raised both hands, and with a flash of silver light, charged toward Du Meng.
Ignoring Wang Wenhao's smugness, Du Meng's expression turned grave. Facing Wang Wenhao as he pounced at him, he raised both hands and threw out a punch with each, actually choosing to meet him head-on.
However, Du Meng was not entirely unprepared. A layer of pale yellow inner qi now covered his fists.
Inner