A trace of extremely rare heaviness flashed across the eyes.
He let out a deep breath slowly, whispering in a voice only he could hear:
"The younger generation is truly formidable... Old Man Hong, your discernment is as sharp as ever..."
In a luxurious box completely isolated by one-way glass on a higher level.
Wang Sea, who previously received Fang Qingyu, was standing respectfully beside a figure dressed in an exquisite silk robe, whose face was hidden in the shadows, only long fingers playing with a jade ring were exposed.
Through the large floor-to-ceiling window, he could overlook the entire Beast Fighting Arena.
Those fingers playing with the jade ring paused when Fang Qingyu unleashed the third strike.
From the shadows, a very light, playful, yet somewhat heavy laugh seemed to echo:
"No wonder... that crazy woman Jiang Ying specifically requested him... interesting indeed."
Boom——!!!
