Chapter 105 You Still Have to Say Thank You
"He actually... lost."
On the pavilion, Ling Quan and the fifth commander stared in a daze at Yang Hao struggling within the rubble, exchanging a glance that revealed hard-to-conceal shock in each other's eyes.
"How could this kid be so strong!" Ling Quan's fists clenched tightly until his knuckles popped, and the frustration filling his heart almost overflowed his chest.
As a member of the Ancient Clan himself, he knew Yang Hao's strength very well. Not only did that fellow possess high talent, but he also mastered quite a few high-tier Dou Techniques, making him already a match for few among the younger generation of the Ancient Clan.
Yet looking at the battle just now, Yang Hao was almost entirely beaten by Xiao Yan, his seemingly fierce offensive failing to inflict even a single bit of damage on Xiao Yan.
This could only indicate one problem—his true combat power far surpassed his apparent level!
"Sigh, it really makes sense that he could catch the young miss's eye." The fifth commander let out a long sigh, his tone helpless and dejected. "His strength is probably... probably not much different from the first commander's."
Hearing this, Ling Quan's expression grew even gloomier, dark enough to drip water, and jealousy burned wildly in his heart.
"Cough... cough cough!"
In the center of the pavilion, Yang Hao, buried in the rubble, crawled out in a fit of violent coughing. With every cough he took, fresh blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, staining the front of his robes.
His hair was disheveled, and he looked like a madman. His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the calm and composed, slender figure on the stone platform, the ferocity and venom in his gaze almost turning tangible.