Araki knew nothing of Mr. Zhenshu's fury. He was merely watching Ringo Ameyuri on the screen as she prepared to fight, hoping she would bring that interesting ability back for him to examine soon.
On the arena stage.
As the host lowered his arm, Linglan's arena memory factors awakened within him, barely pulling him out of his dispirited state from moments ago.
He clenched both fists, intending to follow the usual routine and rush in for a few rounds of close combat first.
Yet halfway through his charge, he realized that the figure hidden beneath the black robe had not moved at all.
"Hmm? What's going on?"
His mind was puzzled, but his feet did not stop.
Twenty steps!
Fifteen steps!
Ten steps!
The distance between them shrank rapidly, making the disparity in their builds seem even more pronounced.
Yet Ringo, entirely shrouded in the black robe, still did not move, as though she were completely unaware of the situation.
The only sounds on the stage were Linglan's thudding footsteps and the host's excited commentary.
"The match begins!"
"Ah, contestant Linglan has chosen to seize the initiative! He is charging rapidly toward contestant Keqing!"
"Closer, even closer! He has already closed to within ten steps of his opponent!"
"But contestant Keqing still hasn't made a move. Is she really planning to surrender just like this?"
"Contestant Linglan has thrown a punch! He raises his arm high, lashing it viciously at his opponent like a long whip!"
"Whoa, terrifying! Even the air is cracking from the force! At this power, if contestant Keqing still refuses to defend herself, this battle may be over right here!"
Amid everyone's eager anticipation, just as Linglan charged to within five steps of Ringo Ameyuri.
He suddenly noticed tiny blue needle-like sparks flickering and dancing continuously