Is that... Feng Yi? Amelia inexplicably caressed her somewhat heated face.
Feng Yi's gaze was electric, and he leisurely strolled towards the fighting ring. His stride was steady, his build was not overwhelmingly muscular, and he had the distinct complexion of an Asian man. His dark hair, swept up by the gentle breeze, partly concealed his eyes, adding a touch of mystery to his face. His determined face radiated masculine energy...
Recognizing the newcomer, Seventeen was momentarily taken aback, feeling like he had seen this opponent somewhere before. Memories related to him started to flash in his mind. In an instant, he laughed, "Oh, isn't this the coward I saw in Gallia that day?"
Through the loudspeaker, the word "coward" suddenly provoked a chorus of jeering from the crowd...
