While Wang Chen spoke with Elder Guo, in a secluded corner of the stands, Zhang Wei and Liang Jin were huddled together again.
Liang Jin's face was pale with fury. "He won again! And so easily! What in the world is that damned sphere?"
Zhang Wei's expression was even darker. "What it is doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that we can't let this continue. He's gaining too much favor, and now the sect is protecting him."
"So what do we do?"
"Our next match is against the 'Blazing Sun Sect'," Zhang Wei said, a cold glint in his eyes. "Their techniques are pure, explosive Yang energy. They specialize in obliterating all defenses and tricks with absolute, overwhelming force in an instant. I've already had a word with their lead disciple, 'Zhao Yan'."
Liang Jin perked up. "He can deal with Wang Chen's tricky sphere?"
"Zhao Yan is incredibly proud and hot-tempered. He despises what he calls 'cheap tricks'," Zhang Wei sneered. "I just need to 'remind' him that Wang Chen has been boasting, saying the Blazing Sun Sect's techniques are all flash and no substance, completely useless against his sphere... Given Zhao Yan's temper, you can imagine what he'll do on the arena platform."
A look of savage pleasure finally spread across Liang Jin's face. "Good!"