"The next battle: Xuanyuan Liefeng versus Shuo Feng King."
"Daoist friend, your friend is quite impressive."
Nangong Xuanyi came to Ye Lin's side, slowly sat down, leaned closer, and whispered.
Though he was praising Ye Xin, the pride in his eyes was impossible to hide.
Ye Lin could only smile faintly at that.
"You're even more impressive. Compared to you, he's still a little lacking."
Hearing Ye Lin's words, Nangong Xuanyi was greatly pleased. He slowly reclined in his chair and watched the slaughter on the Arena.
On the Arena, after only a single exchange, Xuanyuan Liefeng had kept pressing his opponent relentlessly. Under his attacks, his opponent had no power to fight back at all.
"This guy is usually very cheerful, but whenever he thinks of Chu Jingming, he turns into a stuffy gourd and won't say a word."
Watching Xuanyuan Liefeng slaughter madly on the Arena, Nangong Xuanyi smiled lightly.
Xuanyuan Liefeng was his friend. His friend's Dao companion had been killed by another—how could he possibly feel good about it?
The battle continued.
Xuanyuan Liefeng's life-risking style soon forced his opponent to concede defeat.
"You truly are a madman. This is only a competition, and I am merely your opponent, not your enemy."
"It isn't that I lost. I simply don't want to suffer injuries I shouldn't have to here, nor do I want to lose my life over this."
His opponent gave Xuanyuan Liefeng a deep look and spoke in a low voice.
Then he turned and left the Arena.
Xuanyuan Liefeng merely smiled disdainfully and returned to his seat on his own.
The battles continued. Three more battles followed in succession, and each one produced a victor.
"The next battle: Ye Lin versus Chen Changsheng."
Hearing his name, Ye Lin slowly rose to his feet.