As the audience stared at the battle before their eyes, Yan Xiaobao's opponent clenched his teeth tightly. Clearly, he had not expected Hui Yue to truly live up to the title of genius, and sweat drenched his back as he stubbornly clung to the possibility of winning due to the larger Qi Pool he possessed.
The hostility between Yan Xiaobao and his opponent had been slowly building over the past three weeks. Yan Xiaobao vaguely understood why the other disliked him.
Even so, Hui Yue's failure wasn't due to the stroke of luck—or misfortune—he had faced in his lifetime. The fault lay in the fact that he now had to prove himself stronger than this young man standing before him.
Soon enough, the battle descended into chaos. Whenever his opponent unleashed a flurry of attacks, Yan Xiaobao would dart closer, only to spring further away to dodge in sharp, swift angles immediately after the strikes were completed.
