Lu Ning frowned slightly.
He looked at Ye Lingling behind him.
Ye Lingling nodded gently and released her Martial Soul.
The flames on the stage vanished.
Ma Hongjun clutched Yan's arm tightly, but his body had already gone limp, with no possibility of standing up.
Yan was a Soul King, after all, and had the protection of a Soul Skill.
Even after taking that attack,
he still stood in the very center of the arena.
His expression, however, was exceedingly grim.
In truth, Ma Hongjun's attack had not completely robbed him of his ability to fight, but it had inflicted considerable damage. Most of his clothes had been torn apart, exposing his powerful muscles.
Against another Soul Ancestor, he might not be able to win.
"Bastard!"
Yan violently swung his arm.
He hurled Ma Hongjun straight onto the arena floor.
Had the referee not promptly announced the result of the fight,
he would have dearly loved to deliver a vicious kick to Ma Hongjun's head. That bastard had ruined his plan to take down four or five Soul Ancestors!
"Next!"
Yan spoke furiously.
He wanted to continue into the next match.
Even if victory was not assured, he had to vent the fury in his heart, didn't he?
"Yan, come down!"
Yu Xiaogang spoke calmly.
He cut short Yan's intention to continue.
"Grandmaster!"
Yan was somewhat defiant.
But Yu Xiaogang saw things clearly.
Even if Yan could win the second match, he could not win the third. He would merely be sewing a wedding gown for the Imperial Fighting Team to wear. As Spirit Hall's team leader, Yu Xiaogang could not let Yan do something so foolish.
"Come down!"
Yu Xiaogang spoke again.
The referee was from Spirit Hall.
Faced with Elder Yu, he could not afford to offend Yu