Gong Jiu was floating in the arena, looking down at Zhou Feng.
He looked like a banished immortal who had descended to the mortal world from the Nine Heavens with his black hair fluttering in the wind.
His temperament and aura made people feel that they mustn't look at him directly.
"As expected, he still couldn't help it."
"What a pity!"
"…"
Seeing Gong Jiu suddenly go on stage, the spectators were shocked.
No one had expected Gong Jiu to go on stage directly. It was obvious that he was already a little impatient.
If no one else intervened, Wei Ling and Zhou Feng would probably be entangled for a very long time.
After all, Zhou Feng was only defending and didn't take the initiative to attack. This would at least exhaust one side until their strength was depleted before they could stop.
In the eyes of others, Zhou Feng's method of stalling for time was simply too low-level.
