In the center of the clearing, Huo Yuhao and Tan Yunlong stood more than a hundred feet apart. Tan Yunlong's eyes were filled with arrogance. He was already certain he would win this fight.
Huo Yuhao, by contrast, stood with his eyes lowered toward his nose and his attention turned inward, looking utterly unruffled. A faint turquoise light flickered within his blue eyes, but his expression remained as calm as still water.
Seeing this expression, so completely different from the one Huo Yuhao had worn in the cafeteria, Tan Yunlong actually felt a trace of foreboding rise within him. Though he looked rough and boorish, he was, in fact, a calculating man.
Faced with this situation, Huo Yuhao showed not the slightest panic. That composure and ease were certainly not something an ordinary boy could display. It was precisely because Tan Yunlong had noticed this that he felt a twinge of unease.
But an arrow could not turn back once it left the bow. Things had reached this point, and neither of them had any room to retreat. Besides, their strength was clearly unequal, so Tan Yunlong firmly believed he would win.
Jing Ziyan, ever eager to enjoy a good spectacle, volunteered to referee their sparring match. With so many people around, Tan Yunlong was not worried about her playing tricks, so he let her have her way.
Standing in the clearing, Jing Ziyan cast Tan Yunlong a pitying look, then smiled and shouted, "Begin!"
The moment her voice fell, Tan Yunlong let out a cold chuckle. A round Soul Tool covered in intricate patterns instantly appeared in his hand, its pitch-black opening aimed straight at Huo Yuhao.
"Shameless!"
"Damn, this guy really has no shame!"
"Gao Qiqiang is finished this time. Tan Yunlong actually brought out a Class 6