Facing the incoming attack, Wang Chuan instinctively dodged, and inspiration suddenly struck him.
"Right, I didn't necessarily have to fight head-on to hide my true abilities. A few coincidences might be a pretty good way to handle this."
Thus, Wang Chuan's originally smooth evasive movements began to distort slightly, making him appear somewhat disheveled as he shifted aside by half a step.
One of his feet even failed to dodge in time and ended up in Yun Feng's path.
In an instant, Yun Feng's attack missed. He instinctively continued forward, only to be tripped by Wang Chuan and sent sliding a long way ahead.
Unfortunately, there were no tigers here. Otherwise, they would have had a hearty meal.
Wang Chuan even had the leisure to mock the situation inwardly.
However, Wang Chuan did not slow down in the slightest. He immediately chased after Yun Feng and pressed a hand against his neck.
At this point, the outcome had been decided.
After a moment, Yun Feng finally snapped out of his daze over the blunder. His face instantly flushed red, and he hurriedly shook off Wang Chuan's hand before looking anxiously at Yu Luomian.
"M-Milord, I merely made a mistake just now. Please! Please give me another chance!"
Yu Luomian's expression remained as impassive as ever as he said calmly,
"No need. You have already lost. Leave this place. Thunder Team has no need for weaklings like you."
Yu Luomian then smiled at Wang Chuan in satisfaction.
After all, he was an experienced old hand. Naturally, he would not believe Wang Chuan had won through mere luck.
Although Wang Chuan's acting was worthy of an award, Yun Feng was an agility-type Spirit Master with strength comparable to an ordinary assault-type Soul Ancestor.
The fact that Wang Chuan could react so hastily