"Don't worry at all! Elder Ishihara's cultivation far surpasses that milk-nosed brat! He was just momentarily bewildered by the boy's bizarre movement technique. It won't be long until Elder Ishihara is certain to cut him down!"
Pan Sanshi, also watching the competition, clenched his fists and spoke to Qin Mang.
It was less of speaking to Qin Mang and more like reassuring himself.
Deep inside, Pan Sanshi had already begun to feel threads of fear.
Han Yu's performance in the arena was causing him to feel restless, those tricky footsteps, those cunning strikes—if it were him, he would have no way to stop them.
Recalling the harsh words that guy had spared him when he stepped into the arena, Pan Sanshi was genuinely afraid.
After observing for such a long time, Pan Sanshi had come to realize clearly that not only was Han Yu capable of defeating him, but even killing him was possible.
Most importantly, Han Yu was too young!
