As the competition continued, Ye Qingchen and his two companions easily defeated their opponents, advancing to the next round. However, Li Qingfeng and Hei Ze still wore grim expressions; the gloom of Feng Xingpo and Lie Buqun's threat loomed over their hearts.
「After a half-day's rest, the next round of the competition officially began.」
"Li Qingfeng, get up here! I want to defeat you with my own hands and show you the vast difference between our Cangqiong Sect and your Qingyun Sect!" At that moment, Feng Xingpo had already leaped onto the arena, impatiently starting his taunts.
Li Qingfeng frowned, but with a tap of his foot, he jumped onto the arena.
"Li Qingfeng, rest assured, I won't knock you off the arena quickly. I'm going to torment you slowly until you surrender on your own!" Feng Xingpo declared, his face filled with cruel confidence.
Li Qingfeng sighed and retorted, "Expecting me to surrender is wishful thinking!"
