"Whoosh!!"
Fang Heng darted forward again, his right hand clenched into a fist, striking out ahead.
"Bang!!"
Another soft sonic boom rang out.
The alien warrior didn't even see how Fang Heng attacked—his body had already been blasted off the arena by a surge of spiritual energy.
Victory!
Thunderous cheers erupted throughout the arena.
In one area of the spectator stands, two Elven Clan members exchanged glances.
"Are we certain it's him?"
"Yes, the appearance matches completely, and the name is also Fang Heng. He's a warrior from the Noel Clan."
"Alright. Let's split up. You report to His Highness immediately. I'll gather intelligence on Fang Heng."
"Understood."
In the Noel Clan war zone, a group of warriors stood up to celebrate.
After easily winning two rounds, Fang Heng cupped his fists slightly in Elder Meng Hong's direction from the war zone, then leapt off the arena and turned to head back through the waiting area passage.
