"Interesting, interesting. To think they both possess physical bloodline talents, one specializing in defense and the other in offense. Now we'll see which prevails in this clash of spear and shield." On the stone platform, Shi Hai watched with mounting interest.
"Xiaoming has something of an unfair advantage. He knows perfectly well that his bloodline excels at defense. Once he activates his talent, he becomes all but impregnable. There's no way young Wang can injure him within the time it takes an incense stick to burn." Beside him, the head of the Yu Household smiled and spoke with complete confidence.
"That isn't necessarily true. I can't speak for anything else, but Wang Yu has at least killed someone at late Qi Refining, just like you, Household Head Yu." On the other side, a cold glint flashed through Yin Linglong's beautiful eyes as she spoke in a seemingly calm voice.
"What? He's killed someone at late Qi Refining?" This time, the head of the Yu Household was startled, his expression shifting slightly.
"Killed an enemy above his level?"
Shi Hai was also taken aback. His gaze instinctively turned toward Wang Yu in the Martial Arts Practice Field, a thoughtful look appearing on his face.
Hearing their conversation, the Yin Household's chief elder and the other elderly men reacted differently. Some remained expressionless, while others frowned.
In the Martial Arts Practice Field, a lit incense stick had already been planted in an empty patch of ground at the edge.
Holding his long saber, Wang Yu stared coldly at his opponent.
Yu Xiaoming smiled faintly, then shook his sleeve, producing a gleaming yellow bowl in his hand. He tossed it into the air and formed hand seals with both hands.
Whoosh!
The bowl trembled slightly and spewed out a yellow hurricane, instantly