"Whoosh!"
As expected, Chris only saw a blur flash before his eyes.
By the time Fang Heng reappeared in his line of sight, a heavy sonic boom had already erupted right in front of him.
"Bang!!!"
Chris was struck by the powerful blast of spiritual energy and was sent flying off the dueling platform.
It looked brutal, but in fact, he wasn't injured.
The opponent had clearly held back.
Chris quickly propped himself up and stood, cupping his fists toward Fang Heng again in gratitude.
Well then.
He had lost badly, and yet still had to thank his opponent.
"We won!"
It was their first time participating in the arena, and the group of rookies from the Noel Clan immediately shouted with excitement.
The leading elder glanced at Fang Heng, who was walking toward the passage on the other side of the dueling arena. A look of intrigue flickered in his eyes.
What an interesting fellow.
This kid's strength was already overwhelming against fighters of the same lower-tier level.
