One Win, One Loss! Joining Forces Against Jia!

The three moved at once.

Zhao Jingran's figure flickered. Rather than rashly attacking, he drifted several feet backward, opening up distance between himself and the other two.

His gaze darted rapidly between Jia Yingdong and Wang Jiucōng. His hands rose slightly, true qi flowing between his palms as he assumed a stance of stillness overcoming motion.

Jia Yingdong and Wang Jiucōng exchanged a glance, seemingly reaching some tacit understanding, then lunged at Zhao Jingran simultaneously.

Jia Yingdong's palm wind was razor-sharp. With one palm strike, his true qi became like a blade as it shot straight for Zhao Jingran's face.

Wang Jiucōng circled in from the flank, his fist wind howling as it carried fierce force toward Zhao Jingran's waist.

Zhao Jingran's expression did not change. With a shift of his feet, he spun like a top, narrowly evading the pincer attack.

His movement technique was nimble and his footwork exquisite—clearly an inherited martial art of the Zhao Family.

Jia Yingdong's palm strike missed, but he did not pause. Another palm shot forth, its force layering upon itself like surging ocean waves. Wang Jiucōng's fist technique also grew increasingly fierce, every punch tearing through the air with a whistle.

Yet Zhao Jingran never met them head-on, relying only on his movement technique to evade each attack. His steps were steady and his movements seasoned. Though young, he carried himself with the bearing of a great general.

Though Jia Yingdong and Wang Jiucōng's attacks were ferocious, they could not so much as touch the corner of his robes.

Li Bufan stood at the edge of the arena, quietly watching the battle within. He had already seen through Zhao Jingran's strength—first level of the Qi Sea Realm, with a solid foundation and refined martial skills. Among those of his age, he could