"Ling Feng! Ling Feng! Ling Feng!—"
Ye Ting kept repeating Ling Feng's name, his voice hoarse and as if it had crawled out from the Netherworld Hell, chilling and terrifying.
Ling Feng's expression was cold, completely ignoring Ye Ting's fury. Another punch was launched fiercely.
"Damn it!"
Despite his anger, Ye Ting dared not clash head-on with Ling Feng. He immediately invoked Thunder Power and once again merged into the Thunder Light.
Ling Feng vaguely smelled a hint of medicinal fragrance. Clearly, Ye Ting had ingested some kind of Elixir and was concealing himself to recover from his injuries.
The rules of the Sunset Chosen One do not prohibit the consumption of Elixirs during the match, but Ye Ting's approach was indeed somewhat disdainful.
"Hmph! Leaving Fire Burning Sky!"
A sky full of firelight, wrapped with sharp Sword Qi, surged forth once more, sweeping across the entire arena.
