After Wang Chuan's match ended, Bibi Dong's beautiful wine-red eyes flickered with thought.
This was not because of the emptiness after watching a blockbuster.
Rather, as an expert in hand-to-hand combat, Bibi Dong's battle instincts told her that something was off about Wang Chuan's fighting.
But without systematic guidance, Bibi Dong did not know what exactly was unusual about him.
After pondering it to no avail, Bibi Dong could not be bothered to dwell on it and instead curled her lips into a mischievous smile.
"Forget it. If I can't figure it out, I won't. Since there's something wrong with his fighting, I'll know what it is after I fight him later."
The match ended, and night fell—
After Yu Luomian gave him a brief lecture, Wang Chuan planned to seek out Shao Xin and the others again to try some shops, only returning very late.
But as he walked, Wang Chuan sensed that something was wrong.
Even in Spirit City, where Spirit Masters were exceptionally numerous, there was little entertainment at this late hour, so everyone should have gone to sleep early.
Thus, the muddled scents of the daytime became clear now.
Within Wang Chuan's perception, a powerful life aura lingered not far behind him, seemingly following him.
Wang Chuan narrowed his eyes, suspicion rising in his heart.
"What's going on? Why is someone following me out of nowhere?"
Very quickly, Wang Chuan thought of a plotline.
During Tang San's future Spirit Master Tournament, there had been a pervert who specifically hunted contestants.
Shi Nian, the gift-giving old man, principal of Canghui Academy, whose Martial Spirit was Residual Dream.
Among the remaining six teams, Thunder Team was undoubtedly the greatest threat to the Martial Soul Hall Team.
But aside from Wang Chuan, the team's three Spirit Kings were all