Chu Luohen's gaze remained utterly indifferent, as though he had not taken that piece of trash's words to heart.
He did not spare the man even the slightest extra flicker of expression.
The spectators below suddenly felt that perhaps this was the highest form of contempt.
Seeing that Chu Luohen paid him no attention at all, the man duly flew into a rage.
As soon as the match began, he expanded his Formation Disk to its maximum size and sent it descending over Chu Luohen.
He intended to deal with Chu Luohen the same way he had dealt with his previous opponent.
It never occurred to him that this move might fail against Chu Luohen, because the moment he saw Chu Luohen's clothing, he had decided that his strength could not be particularly great.
Of course, it was precisely this underestimation that nearly proved his undoing.
Chu Luohen did not dodge, allowing the formation to descend over his head.
Among second-tier Formation Disks, this one certainly qualified as finely crafted. But to Chu Luohen, however exquisite it might be, it was nothing more than an empty showpiece.
And so, his work of dismantling the formation began.
From outside, the man created all manner of trouble for Chu Luohen, but the man inside the formation deftly avoided it every time.
It was as though the man inside could predict his moves, holding every action he took in the palm of his hand.
At first, the man still sneered a few times to mock Chu Luohen, but as time passed, he gradually stopped being able to laugh.
A quarter of an hour had passed, yet his manipulation of the formation had not inflicted a single injury on Chu Luohen.
At this sight, even Lou Sheng and the others could not help fixing