Xiao Xiao set down her chopsticks, her eyes moving between Lin Ye and Huo Yuhao.
"You two haven't said much today. Are you both secretly sizing each other up?"
Lin Ye picked up some greens and put them in his bowl, then gave Xiao Xiao a rather speechless look.
"Can't we just eat? What's there to size up? You make it sound like Huo Yuhao and I have some bitter blood feud."
Xiao Xiao pursed her lips at Lin Ye's answer and turned to Huo Yuhao.
Huo Yuhao lifted his teacup, took a sip, and set it down unhurriedly.
"I was thinking about Lin Ye's last punch. The way it moved was a little strange."
Lin Ye finally raised his head to look at him.
"What way? Aren't you overthinking it?"
Huo Yuhao shook his head, his tone earnest.
"No, it was different. You didn't use any soul power in that punch, just your physical strength, but the opening you seized, the timing, and the trajectory were all truly incredible."
At the praise, Lin Ye set down his chopsticks and stared at Huo Yuhao for two seconds before suddenly smiling.
He hadn't expected Huo Yuhao to see through it. That punch hadn't simply been brute force crushing every technique; there had been plenty of skill behind it too.
"You've got a sharp eye."
Huo Yuhao smiled without responding to the compliment.
Wang Dong'er set down her bowl then, looking at Lin Ye before turning to Huo Yuhao.
"Huo Yuhao, during today's match, your spirit power covered the entire arena, but you never took the initiative to attack, not even once."
Huo Yuhao turned to her with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He hadn't expected Wang Dong'er to speak to him first.
"My Martial Soul is of the spiritual