"Very good!" Long Zhiming revealed a faint smile and was not angered by Fang Lin's words; on the contrary, he looked even more forward to Fang Lin's strength.
The two stood facing each other, separated by only a few dozen steps. The surrounding crowd held their breath and dared not even blink, fearing that a single blink would cause them to miss an intense exchange.
Dugu Nian looked at Fang Lin; it appeared she had full confidence in him, but her palms were drenched in sweat, worried for Fang Lin.
"He must not lose! He must not lose!" Dugu Nian said to herself over and over, her eyes unblinking as she stared at the two in the center of the field.
The two were fixedly staring at each other, Fang Lin's eyes extremely calm. Yet within that calmness seemed to hide a chilling sharpness.
A pride was plainly visible in Long Zhiming's eyes, with a faint glimmer of golden light surging deep within them, as if a terrifying power was concealed within Long Zhiming's gaze.
