"Gasp, why did it have to be this guy? Could there really be something shady about this drawing of lots? I have no choice but to suspect it."
Yan Ting drew in a sharp breath, his eyes brimming with fighting intent.
"Shi Poxiao's strength lies in his extreme physical toughness. His defense is exceptionally strong, and strength is his greatest advantage—but his biggest weakness is speed."
"This Shadow Fiend is one of the most mysterious races among the Chaos Ancient Clan, a prodigy of the Divine Shadow Race."
"The Divine Shadow Race has the Great Dao of Space flowing through their veins. They are born with control over the Great Dao of Space, and once they reach adulthood, their use of it becomes as fluid as drifting clouds and flowing water."
"Shi Poxiao is in danger."
Glancing at Ye Lin, Yan Ting explained in a low voice.
"Not necessarily unwinnable."
Ye Lin calmly spoke five words.
"Shadow Fiend's body is quite fragile. As long as Shi Poxiao can seize an opening, he can kill him in a single strike."
"Of course, that depends on whether he can seize that opening."
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and gave his quiet assessment.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, I've come to realize that you're the one who's hidden himself the deepest."
Yan Ting looked at Ye Lin and spoke the words he had long wanted to say.
He had finally seen it—Ye Lin was the one who had concealed himself the deepest.
After two consecutive defeats, even his own state of mind had been affected. Yet Ye Lin was like someone completely untouched by it, still calm and composed, even able to comment on the others.
That kind of mentality was anything but ordinary.
No wonder he was Blade Saint's proud fourth direct