The referee saw that the match was over and hurriedly announced Wu Hao's victory, afraid that if he spoke even a second too late, Yan Cheng would turn into a corpse. After all, the dense bloodlust around Wu Hao was overwhelmingly oppressive. Even some of the academy's instructors had probably taken fewer lives than he had.
Having secured victory, Wu Hao did not leave the arena. Instead, his indifferent eyes carefully searched the stands before settling on the location of Yellow Rank Class Two.
The corner of Xiao Yu's lips curled up. He nudged Xiao Yan with his elbow and said with a smile, "Hey, your rival is here again?" As he spoke, he glanced at Xun'er beside Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan raised a brow and smiled as he looked at Wu Hao in the arena. "I expected this."
Wu Hao's gaze locked onto where Xiao Yan and the others were seated. After glancing at Xiao Yan beside Xun'er, he fixed his eyes on Xiao Yu.
"Are you Xiao Yu?"
"Do you dare come down and fight?"
The teasing smile on Xiao Yu's face froze. He looked innocently at Xiao Yan beside him, then pointed at himself in disbelief. "Me? Are you sure you mean me?"
Wu Hao frowned. "What is it? Are you afraid?"
Xiao Yu waved a hand. "It's not about whether I'm afraid or not." Then he pointed at Xiao Yan. "Shouldn't you be challenging Xiao Yan for Xun'er? Why challenge me?" Xiao Yan and Xun'er both rolled their eyes at his words.
Wu Hao's tone did not change, but anyone could hear the pride in it. "I heard you beat that brat Bai Shan. I want to see just how capable you are!"
Bai Shan, sitting in a corner of the stands, had been dragged into