Dong Zhen's announcement echoed through the heavy silence of the arena. All eyes fixed on Kyrian, who was an enigma to everyone.
And then, on Mei Li, whose diplomatic smile was now tense, with a thin layer of ice over her anxiety.
Mei Li descended into the arena first, her steps measured.
She did not draw any weapon, only adjusted the sleeves of her robe, her mind spinning with possibilities of how to win the fight.
She also possessed blood intent. And in that aspect, it was her greatest trump card against the others. She was fully confident in fighting Bai Zhu and the rest. But Kyrian was an unknown.
Furthermore, she had heard her master's words, sent directly into her mind. Kyrian possessed an innate talent. This was something as rare and special as a celestial physique. Something seen only in absolute powers of the northern territory.
Because of that, her anxiety grew. She did not consider Kyrian's cultivation. True geniuses could fight above their level.
