Before they even reached the Arena, they could hear waves of cheers and curses coming from within.
As they entered the Arena, Xiao Yao and the others quickly fixed their eyes on Xiao Yan in the center.
At that moment, Xiao Yan was locked in a fierce clash with a burly student. Their Dou Qi collided, producing a series of crackling explosions.
Meanwhile, Qing Lin, Zi Yan, and the other Immortal Fall Pavilion students in the stands all had their eyes on the black-clad figure in the Arena.
Qing Lin's fingertips moved slightly, bluish-green scale patterns faintly visible beneath her sleeves as she called out, "Young Master Xiao Yan, go!"
Zi Yan stood with her arms folded and her brows slightly furrowed, occasionally shouting toward the Arena, "Idiot, dodge left!"
The moment they heard Zi Yan's voice, several students from other factions immediately fell silent, afraid that the little tyrant would take notice of them.
On the other side of the stands, the leaders of several factions wore grim expressions as they stared fixedly at the evenly matched pair below. They had thought Xiao Yan was merely borrowing Xiao Yao's reputation, but they had not expected the youth's Dou Qi to be so refined and his movement technique so nimble. Judging by his calm, unhurried manner, he likely had not even used his full strength. The sight quietly spread unease through their hearts.
In the Arena, Xiao Yan suddenly let out a low shout. A cluster of pale green flames rose from his palm, and before it could even draw near, a scorching wave of heat had already spread outward. The burly student's expression changed drastically. Just as he tried to retreat, Xiao Yan's figure closed in like a ghost and struck his chest with a palm.
Bang!
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