Before the words had even faded, Li Mengchao moved. He leaped onto the fighting stage as nimbly as a cat, landing steadily opposite Qi Yun.
He wore black martial attire, his posture tall and straight. A powerful aura began to emanate from him as he stood there, making the surrounding air feel thick and stagnant.
Qi Yun gazed at Li Mengchao, feeling an invisible pressure bearing down on her. It was as if she wasn't facing a man, but a mountain about to unleash its power.
She instinctively clenched her fists. Her Dark Energy circulated rapidly within her, but she couldn't break free from the oppressive feeling.
This sensation far surpassed that of an ordinary fighter at the Peak of Dark Energy, making her heart sink. Yet, she couldn't pinpoint exactly what was different.
Below the stage, Yang Jing's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
