Tang Hao

As Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, Dai Mubai, and the others left in utter dejection, the deafening cheers in the Douhun Arena still went on.

They continued for a full quarter of an hour before gradually subsiding under the referee's repeated signals.

After that, Dai Chengfeng left the center of the arena under the staff's guidance.

At that moment, Hu Liena, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu still had excited flushes on their faces.

"We won! We won!" Ning Rongrong clapped her hands in delight.

Hu Liena was comparatively more reserved. She only gazed deeply at Dai Chengfeng with those soul-stealing eyes, a smile of shared pride curving her lips. "That final strike just now was beautiful."

Zhu Zhuqing did not speak. She only handed over a handkerchief.

Dai Chengfeng took the handkerchief and wiped away the blood Tang San had gotten on his hand.

"Let's go. We'll leave this place first."

Soon, Dai Chengfeng put the handkerchief away and looked around.

Countless gazes were still fixed on them from the spectator stands. Dai Chengfeng did not like this feeling of being watched.

The group left the Douhun Arena through the exclusive passage. Outside, it was still packed with people.

Spirit Hall's guards had long since lined up and were waiting, keeping the feverish crowd apart.

Dai Chengfeng maintained a gentle smile and waved to both sides in greeting, drawing another wave of cheers.

Only after he boarded the carriage returning to Spirit Hall and the carriage door closed, cutting off all the clamor outside, did Dai Chengfeng let out a soft breath and lean back against the soft seat.

"Tired?"

Hu Liena keenly noticed his state and asked softly.

"A little."

Dai Chengfeng closed his eyes to rest. "Tang San was more troublesome than I imagined, but the main