Yun Huang lowered his eyelids and sat quietly with his eyes closed. Yet the suffocating, overbearing pressure around him softened a little, like a sharp sword returned to its sheath, leaving only a tranquil edge.
Yun Qing glanced sideways, his gaze brushing over his younger brother's stern profile, and silently curved his lips.
At that lofty perch where no one dared pry, the two watched the fiercely raging duels below while casually commenting on the techniques of those who took the stage.
Below, the one-on-one elimination matches were already past the halfway point. The fighting grew ever fiercer, flashes and explosive reports from clashing spiritual power rising one after another, drawing endless gasps and cheers from the spectator stands.
"Seventh match, Eighth Young Master Yun Shuanghua versus Yun Yan!"
In the arena, Yun Shuanghua held his exquisitely embroidered Mermaid-Silk Handkerchief, his fair, delicate face visibly nervous. He even looked a few degrees more ill at ease than Yun Yan opposite him.
At the sight, a trace of disdain and impatience flashed through Yun Yan's eyes. With a low roar, his immortal power surged, and he charged like a maddened rhinoceros, barreling forward with a dull rush of displaced air!
On the northern platform, Yun Qing shook his head slightly. "Shuanghua is kindhearted, but far too sensitive. He loses three parts of his courage before even facing an enemy. Like this, he can probably only bring out seventy percent of his strength. However..."
Before he could finish, Yun Shuanghua squeezed his eyes shut in fright at the ferocious charge, his long lashes trembling. Yet the Mermaid-Silk Handkerchief in his hand stirred without a breeze, and a supple Jade-Green Vine, moving like a living creature, shot from his sleeve!
The vine was extraordinarily nimble. It traced a cunning arc through the air