The strength of Sistine was evident to all, and Mirami had given her all, yet she still failed.
The opponent's might was like a mountain pressing down on the human warriors.
The spectator area was silent, with everyone looking grim as their gazes gradually fell on Feng Yi, this mysterious man.
Perhaps they were pinning a sliver of hope, but at the same time, the participants dreaded facing him; such is the nature of human contradiction. But if they truly had to fail, they'd rather lose to Feng Yi than to the alien race.
In a certain sense, losing to Feng Yi was almost an honor.
"Senior, do you care much about this battle?"
A voice interrupted Feng Yi's thoughts...
Feng Yi turned to look at the newcomer; although it was just a fleeting glance, he wouldn't forget that pretty face, "..."
