Atop the first arena.
Li Xinghui had retaken his seat, not a single hair on his head appeared out of place.
There wasn't even a trace of sweat on his face.
In other words, thus far, he had barely expended any effort, claiming victory with effortless ease.
"That's terrifying!"
"Worthy of being the leader of the young masters."
"Among the younger generation, who else could be his opponent?"
"Ling Chen?"
Almost everyone's gaze turned to Ling Chen at that moment.
Because they really couldn't find anyone else who qualified to challenge Li Xinghui.
If there was someone capable of defeating Li Xinghui, it could only be Ling Chen.
Ling Chen was quite satisfied with this expectation from the crowd.
He stood up and leaped directly onto the first arena.
"Li Xinghui, I have finished my breathing exercises. If you need to rest, I can wait," he said with a smile, showing his magnanimity.