Zhou Xuan, like a hunting cat, chased Zhao Jinjia, who was like a mouse, back and forth in the "Well Array."
And those watching around could also see the trick.
"I have a feeling that every time Zhou Xuan misses a blow, it's not because he can't hit, it's because he chooses not to."
"With the Divination Net enveloping Zhou Xuan, it's normal for him not to land a hit, right?"
"Ma Tianying, don't forget what Zhou Xuan initially said... He said he would use Jing Country's sixteen forces to defeat Zhao Jinjia. And what is Zhou Xuan doing now?
Nothing but continuously gathering sword momentum."
These words woke the dreamers, the spectators suddenly realized—Zhou Xuan was in control of every inch of the arena,
despite having a lower Incense Fire Level, the one toying with his opponent was him, not Zhao Jinjia.
"My goodness, the mage with eight Incense sticks treats Zhao Jinjia, who enviously looks towards the ninth realm, like a monkey,
