In a corner of the stands, several people sat together.
They were Beibei, Tang Ya, Wang Dong, and Xiao Xiao.
Tang Ya looked worried. She clutched the hem of her clothes, her gaze repeatedly sweeping over the empty space at the center of the Soul Fighting District.
"Why hasn't little brother Huo arrived yet? It's almost time to start."
She muttered under her breath.
Beibei sat beside her and gently patted the back of her hand, reassuring her:
"Don't worry. There's still a little time. He should come."
Wang Dong crossed her legs, excitement written across her face.
"Hehe, this is going to be good! Huo Yuhao's bound to have a trick up his sleeve! You didn't see how he knocked Xu Sanshi back with one palm yesterday. Tsk, that was so cool!"
Xiao Xiao didn't say anything. She simply sat there quietly, gazing at the empty center of the Soul Fighting District.
The sun slowly sank toward the horizon.
The crowd in the stands had already grown to more than three hundred.
Just then—
A figure slowly emerged from the entrance.
A black robe, a tall, slender frame, and jade-white skin that gleamed faintly in the setting sun.
He walked at an unhurried pace, his gaze calm as water, as if he were merely out for a stroll rather than taking part in a Soul Fighting match.
It was Huo Yuhao.
A commotion immediately rose from the stands.
"He's here, he's here! Huo Yuhao's here!"
"Damn, why is he so handsome?"
"Handsome and strong, and talented too... Forget it, I'm going to find a tree to swing from."
"Is that really swinging? That's hanging yourself!"
Huo Yuhao paid no attention to the chatter.
He walked to the center of the Soul Fighting District and stopped.
Then he stood there