Watching Fang Jie's departing, regretful figure, Feng Hao smiled faintly. His gaze swept over to the three seed contestants, and a hint of amusement rose within him.
'Just a simple competition to see who's better? I don't think so.' Feng Hao smirked. He spun the dagger a few times around his fingertips before stylishly retracting it into his Spatial Ring, then slowly began to walk off the stage.
Meanwhile, the surrounding crowd was still abuzz with shock and discussion, unable to snap out of it.
Seeing Feng Hao step off the battle stage, Wu Qing rose to his feet in the waiting area. He glanced at Chen Yanlin beside him. "It's our turn."
Chen Yanlin said nothing, rising proudly to his feet, ready to enter the arena for his fight against Wu Qing.
However, just as everyone was getting ready for the next match, Feng Hao abruptly stopped in his tracks and walked back to the center of the stage.
"What's going on?" The audience murmured in astonishment.
