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The Private Courtyard lay deep within the dormitory district, some distance from the Soul Fighting Zone.
There were thirty-six Soul Fighting Platforms in total, including both outdoor platforms and indoor venues.
This time, they had chosen an indoor Soul Fighting Platform, built much like an indoor basketball court.
As a result, the platform had a degree of soundproofing. When Chen Xiaojun passed by earlier, he had vaguely heard some cheers but had paid them little attention.
As Chen Xiaojun and Xiao Yi made their way over, the only sounds around them besides the fierce clash of combat were the occasional quiet exclamations and sharp intakes of breath from spectators watching with bated breath.
Looking up, they saw dozens of flaming fist projections converge on a single point, forming a blazing phoenix head.
Phoenix Comet Fist!
It was Ma Liang!
His opponent was engulfed in an instant, then blasted away.
Like a kite with its string cut, the man traced a clumsy arc through the air before crashing heavily onto the edge of the Soul Fighting Platform, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Gasps rose from below the platform, then quickly subsided. Every gaze remained fixed on the fight, afraid to miss a single thrilling moment.
Standing among the crowd, Chen Xiaojun and Xiao Yi watched without blinking.
Xiao Yi could not help giving Chen Xiaojun's sleeve a gentle tug. "Ma Liang's Phoenix Comet Fist is pretty good."
Chen Xiaojun narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze moving between Ma Liang and the fallen man. "These matches may be sparring bouts to decide a winner, but they aren't pulling their punches."
"Still, judging by that man's aura, it's somewhat disordered, but his life doesn't seem to be in danger."
As he spoke, the