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The spectator stands were a boiling furnace, cheers and applause swelling into waves of sound that shook the dome.
A slightly plump, plainly dressed middle-aged man, wrapped in a worn brownish-yellow fur coat, was squeezed into a corner at the back of the western stands.
He held a greasy meat pie in his left hand and chewed with relish. Meat crumbs clung to his stubble, and his face shone with oil-the very picture of a gourmand devoted to the pleasures of the palate.
Now and then, caught up in the shouting around him, he excitedly waved his oily right hand. His cloudy eyes brimmed with feverish admiration for the powerful fighters on the field-no different from any ordinary spectator beside him, swept up in enthusiasm despite possessing little strength.
As his right hand waved, a thumb-sized, flawlessly clear Myriad Forms Dust-Peering Crystal rested discreetly against the inside of his greasy cuff, which seemed smeared with meat juices and grime.
Activated with a special form of soul power, this crystal could pierce vast distances and walls of people to focus on a single point. More importantly, it blocked every probing soul-power echo, functioning like an invisible one-way mirror.
At that moment, the faint light flowing deep within the crystal reflected in his left eye, his view precisely focused on Chen Xin Yi as she walked toward the VIP Passage a hundred paces away.
Excessively translucent skin: the skin along her neck displayed an unnatural translucency. Even the thin gauze could not conceal the faint blue-green veins raised beneath it. This was not pallor from exhaustion or blood loss, but more like cracks in jade washed by the power of ice.
Slightly trembling joints: the delicate fingers of