Yang Li's words jolted everyone awake.
That was right—Sikong Jing had been able to withstand over a thousand of Weng Ting's moves precisely because he countered the power of her battle body.
Yet only Weng Ting, Yang Yi, Hua Meixi, Jin Liwu, and the other formidable captains understood that Sikong Jing's ability was absolutely not as simple as mere movement technique. Just now, he had been besieged by eight phantoms and had still managed to charge out in the end.
Wan Tonghui understood this perfectly well too, so he hurriedly said, "Forget it, Yang Li. There's no longer any meaning in arranging this match."
Unfortunately, Yang Li still insisted that Sikong Jing had only defeated Weng Ting because he countered her. She shouted heavily again, "Of course it has meaning! I'm going to seize back every Tyrant Soul Token we lost."
With that, Yang Li suddenly charged out. True energy exploded from her entire body before she suppressed it down to the fourth realm of Battle Martial.
At last, she said smugly, "I've already suppressed my realm. Make your move!"
Everyone present was dumbstruck, staring hard at Yang Li. They had seen shameless people before, but never one so shameless in public... She had only suppressed herself by one minor realm, while Sikong Jing was merely at the First Reverse Soul Realm.
Of course, though they secretly cursed Yang Li for being shameless, no one said it aloud.
Sikong Jing merely smiled faintly, then vanished from where he stood.
When he reappeared, he was already before Yang Li. Before she could react—Smack!
A slap lashed out viciously. The smugness vanished from Yang Li's face in an instant, her entire face twitching violently from the blow as she screamed and flew away. Sikong Jing vanished again, appearing above her tumbling body.