Yang Fei secretly laughed in his heart, but his expression was solemn and inviolable.
Amidst the crowd's discussions, the two great experts on the stage stood like wooden or clay sculptures, completely ignoring the noise.
Both of their minds were entirely focused on each other.
Yang Fei felt like a lone leaf on the ocean, with Jingtian Chuyi's immense and violent aura crashing over him in waves.
If he was not careful and left an opening, Jingtian Chuyi could strike with the force of a thunderbolt.
The two of them did not make a move, merely standing face to face, one bowing and the other clasping his hands.
Yet their auras surged out, weighing down everyone around them so heavily that they couldn't lift their heads.
This kind of martial contest seemed bizarre to those who didn't understand it.
However, to the experts, it was hundreds of times more dangerous than an actual battle with weapons.
