A chilling aura enveloped Wu Huan in an instant.
Only then did he realize just how vast the gap between them was.
"Well fought."
Xu Feng calmly sheathed his blade and hopped down from the arena.
The crowd fell silent.
What?
That was a fight between opponents at the same level?
Why had it looked so flat, so... simple?
The onlookers around the arena were silent for a few breaths. Then cheers suddenly erupted.
Some applauded; others shouted.
Wu Huan's expression was grim, but he said nothing more.
He put away his blade and stepped aside, saluted Hang Yan with clasped hands, then stood there in silence.
Only then did Xu Feng turn to Qi Gu, whose face looked equally grim. "Do you still want to fight?"
Qi Gu took a deep breath and clasped his hands. "Wu Huan and I are evenly matched. If he's no match for you, neither am I. I concede."
Hang Yan walked to the edge of the arena and clapped with a smile. "Good, good. That was an eye-opener.
But this was only a spar, not a fight to the death. Winning or losing doesn't prove anything. Everyone, disperse."
The onlookers agreed and gradually drifted away.
Hang Yan turned to Xu Feng, his tone a little more earnest than before. "Mr. Xu, come on. Let's go back and finish our meal and drinks! Tomorrow, I'll send the retainers in my residence out to ask around the city for the people you're looking for. Just write down their descriptions tonight."
Xu Feng nodded. "As it happens, there's something else I'd like to ask you."
"Please!" Hang Yan said with a smile, gesturing for him to lead the way. He seemed thoroughly pleased with Xu Feng.
Back in the main hall, the food and wine had