"Old Feng!" Sensing the subtle shift in the situation in the arena, Zhang Yang, who stood behind Old Feng, called out his name as he looked at the back of Old Feng's head.
"Young Master!" Without turning to look at Zhang Yang, Old Feng responded with a solemn tone.
"Everything's alright, isn't it!" Hearing this, Zhang Yang's eyes swept over Chen Anding and the burly middle-aged man, his question tinged with a lack of confidence.
"Young Master, rest assured, there is nothing to worry about! If both of them were uninjured and in their prime, I might indeed have a bit of a headache, but the crux of the matter is that I've already injured both of them, especially that man from the Chen Clan—his injuries are quite severe! Besides, although they seem to have joined forces, in reality, they have not yet truly united!" Old Feng didn't answer Zhang Yang's question directly, but after a moment's silence, he spoke out.
