"Tang Yan, you can do it!" Lin Dongxue waved her fist!
"For the sake of our bet, I'll give it everything I have." Tang Yan winked.
Seeing Tang Yan's wicked smile, how could Lin Dongxue not know what he was thinking? She gave a little spit and ignored him.
Tang Yan stepped onto the arena and cupped his hands toward Fang Xuan opposite him. "Tang Yan of Cloud City. Please instruct me."
"Fang Xuan." Fang Xuan returned the salute.
"Begin the duel!" the Red-Robed Elder commanded.
"I must say, you're quite lucky. Two women in a row actually gave up their matches for you." Fang Xuan's tone was mild, but his words hid needles in silk.
Tang Yan naturally heard Fang Xuan's insinuation that he had only made it this far by relying on women. With a slight smile, he retorted, "Compared to your luck in drawing lots, Young Master Fang, mine is still a little lacking."
A sharp glint flashed through Fang Xuan's eyes. "Indeed, my luck is better than yours, because your good luck is about to run out!"
With that, Fang Xuan's aura surged, instantly unleashing the presence of a peak Profound Tier Fourth Grade cultivator. Using his footwork, he charged toward Tang Yan like a gale, his momentum imposing.
"So strong!" Sensing his peak fourth-grade aura, the crowd cried out in astonishment.
Tang Yan's eyes narrowed as he watched Fang Xuan warily. The man charged first but was in no hurry to attack, leaving Tang Yan unable to judge the direction of his attack.
If Fang Xuan waited until he reached Tang Yan before striking, Tang Yan could only be forced to defend. His strength already fell short of Fang Xuan's; once he fell onto the back foot, it would be difficult to turn things around.