"Blue Star's matches are all over for today. Should we head back first, or watch a little longer?" White Dragon stretched lazily. Chu Feng and Bai Lingshuang's victories had felt even better than winning himself.
"Let's watch a little longer." Chu Feng's gaze swept over the match list above the plaza. "There's one more."
His eyes settled on a name: Gong Ci.
White Dragon followed his gaze, puzzled. "Gong Ci? Who's that? Never heard of him."
"Jiang Wanjun's follower." Chu Feng was brief and to the point.
"Oh..." White Dragon suddenly understood, then curled his lip. "Jiang Wanjun's little tagalong? What's there to watch? He's probably just here to make up the numbers."
In his eyes, it was perfectly normal for a heaven-blessed girl like Jiang Wanjun to have a few followers of mediocre strength around her.
Yet when the person named Gong Ci stepped onto the dueling platform, Chu Feng keenly sensed something unusual.
The youth carried a calm, steady aura utterly at odds with his appearance, like the heavy earth—unfathomable and deep.
Gong Ci's opponent was a burly bear-clan warrior at the peak of Planetary Rank. His entire body radiated a wild, violent air. Just standing there gave people an overwhelming sense of pressure.
"Kid, you look so delicate. It's not too late to admit defeat now, lest my fists and feet have no eyes later and hurt you." The bear-clan warrior grinned broadly, his voice booming like a great bell.
Gong Ci ignored his taunting and merely stood quietly in place, as if he had not heard him.
"You're courting death!"
The bear-clan warrior flew into a rage. He stomped hard, making the entire dueling platform tremble. His enormous body became a brown afterimage, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, as he slammed a fist toward