The playful smile on Zhu Tianjiao's face faded considerably, replaced by a cold, appraising look. He licked his lips more frequently, his eyes brimming with killing intent.
"Interesting, so very interesting! The stronger, the better! The stronger they are, the more satisfying they are to kill!" He could hardly wait to fight Yun Che and experience the ultimate thrill of tearing a powerful opponent apart.
Leng Buding still wore that icy expression, but his fingers tightened slightly around the Ice Crystal Staff, his knuckles turning a little white.
His normally placid eyes now churned with complicated emotions: surprise, wariness, and perhaps a trace of barely perceptible... excitement.
Fighting a powerful opponent, especially one who could so easily break through Kunwu's full-powered strike, would undoubtedly stir his deepest yearning for power.
George Charles, the loser who put on an air of profundity, adjusted his glasses. His gaze was lowered, and he seemed to be thinking of a way to defeat Yun Che.
He fell silent for a moment, then spoke to Peiqi Meng Tai beside him in a voice only the two of them could hear. "Peiqi, it looks like our plan needs major adjustments. Yun Che's strength has exceeded all our previous estimates. Kunwu could barely fight back against him. You're facing Zhao Shaliya next. You must be careful."
Peiqi Meng Tai's expression grew even graver, and he nodded firmly. "I understand, Lord George. Yun Che... he feels like an insurmountable mountain to me. As for Zhao Shaliya, I'll do my best." He knew the gap between himself and the seeded contestant Zhao Shaliya was probably considerable as well, but now he could only grit his teeth and go through with it.
"Second match, Peiqi Meng Tai versus Zhao Shaliya. Please take the stage."
"I look forward to learning from