Nearby.
As for the clash between Ye Qifeng and Feng Xiaotian,
Huo Wushuang and Huo Wu, the brother and sister, had been watching closely, not missing a single detail—especially all of Ye Qifeng's combat abilities.
When Feng Xiaotian unleashed his Self-Created Soul Skill, worry appeared on Huo Wu's beautiful face. She feared that the handsome young man named Ye Qifeng would be unable to withstand Feng Xiaotian's attack and might be injured.
Huo Wushuang also fixed his eyes on the two figures battling in the arena, holding his breath as Soul Power faintly stirred around him. He was ready to intervene at any moment.
The moment the black-clothed youth showed signs of defeat, he would immediately step in to save him and block Feng Xiaotian's Self-Created Soul Skill for him.
But...
Very soon,
the siblings were dumbfounded.
The black-clothed youth Ye Qifeng, whom they had imagined to be weak, had not only failed to lose in his clash with Feng Xiaotian's Self-Created Soul Skill, but had actually gained the upper hand.
They had both misjudged him.
This youth was not weak at all. On the contrary, he was absurdly strong.
As the collision continued,
the expressions on Huo Wushuang and Huo Wu's faces changed again and again—from astonishment, to surprise, to shock, then disbelief and incredulity, followed by questioning life itself, and finally numbness...
Only after the final strike ended, when Feng Xiaotian was blasted away and crashed into a distant wall, did the two finally snap back to their senses.
Feng Xiaotian had actually lost?
Feng Xiaotian, who possessed such a powerful Self-Created Soul Skill, had actually lost?
And he had been defeated head-on.
Looking at the black-clothed youth, who still stood calm and straight without a single injury, his face unflushed and his breathing steady,
Ah, this...
Feng