By then, An Yi had already returned to Xun'er's side.
"That was his own attack. I just kindly gave it back to him. Surely you can't accuse me of being too heavy-handed now?"
The air instantly fell still.
On the stage, the dozens of people who had been fighting furiously moments before all stopped, staring blankly at Bai Shan, who had crashed outside the arena.
They hadn't understood a thing.
Still, none of those standing here were fools.
Even a Da Dou Shi like Bai Shan had been taken down in one move. Everyone knew perfectly well that the white-robed young man standing in the center was not someone they could afford to provoke.
After a brief, deathly silence, the melee resumed.
But the fighting seemed almost rehearsed, everyone tacitly steering clear of An Yi and Xun'er in the middle of the square.
A vast empty zone had been forcibly carved out around them.
Watching the crowd that dared not approach, Xun'er glanced at him curiously and asked in a low voice, "Brother Yi, how did you... do that just now?"
No Dou Qi!
She had been closest and had felt it most clearly. An Yi had caught that mass of raging lightning with his bare hand!
Even when he moved at that speed, which was practically teleportation, there hadn't been the slightest ripple of Dou Qi from his body!
An Yi had simply taken one step forward!
An Yi casually shook his hand and smiled. "I'm someone who can summon wind and rain now. Controlling lightning isn't such a big deal, is it?"
High in the stands, Hu Gan exchanged looks with several senior elders, each seeing the shock in the others' eyes.
"Could he have trained his body as well?" one senior elder asked quietly.
They had