On the other hand, Mu Xichen was obviously relaxed and steady.
His expression was calm and he did not even breathe heavily.
Every time Feng Yiran attacked him, he would always come up with a tricky angle to deal with it. He played Feng Yiran like a fiddle.
Putting that aside for now, there was even a faint smile on his face. His eyes were deep and unfathomable, but it could not conceal his slack attitude.
Obviously, Mu Xichen did not take the man seriously.
The difference was too great. Feng Yiran's comrades were tongue-tied. While they admired Mu Xichen, they also felt a little embarrassed for Feng Yiran.
On the other hand, the Swift Eagle members were so bored that they started to yawn.
Obviously, they were used to seeing these things.
Right from the onset, Mu Xichen had been on the defensive, but mentally, Feng Yiran was obviously crumbling.
