As she spoke, Yao Ye returned to the VIP seats. When their gazes met, Yao Feng gave her a polite smile. The two did not know each other, so naturally, they had nothing to say.
After waiting another quarter of an hour, once all the arenas had finished their battles, the black-robed man's voice rang out again.
"Contestants numbered 501 through 510, proceed to Arena One, and so on. You have ten minutes to reach your assigned positions."
Glancing at the wooden token in his hand, Yao Feng said gently to Xue Ying, "I'll be right back. If anything comes up, just talk to Yanran."
Xue Ying gave a soft hum, looked at Yao Feng, and quietly said, "Good luck."
A smile appeared on Yao Feng's face. It seemed his efforts had not been in vain. Xue Ying taking the initiative to speak was already a major improvement.
"Don't worry. You'd better perform well too. I want to see how long it takes you to finish your match."
Beside her, Nalan Yanran held Xue Ying's hand, lifted her delicate chin, and spoke with a touch of pride.
Yao Feng chuckled, rose to his feet, and headed toward the arena.
"Brother, I know that guy. He's at the ninth level of Dou Qi. How about we join forces?"
The moment Yao Feng stepped onto the arena, a shifty-eyed youth approached him. Secretly pointing at a youth in luxurious robes standing in the center of the arena, he whispered into Yao Feng's ear.
Yao Feng gave him a strange look.
Seeing this, the youth hurriedly said, "No need to be embarrassed. Everyone else is only at the seventh level of Dou Qi. If we don't team up, neither of us can beat He Feng alone. As long as you join forces with