Amidst the rising and falling clamor, Li Ang sighed deeply. He swung his right hand in a flourish, sheathing the dagger back into its scabbard. With a gentle hook of his left hand, the Mind Threads that covered the whole arena began to retract, from slow to fast, winding around the hook on the left side of his belt. The scattered arrows were also put back into the quiver.
He nodded toward Quan Jingfeng, who was slowly standing up, jumped down from the arena, and walked into the spectator seats along the stairs.
Voices of discussion continued to emanate from both sides.
"Li Ang... won? He won against someone two levels higher?"
"That was a Postnatal Perfection, and he didn't even last seven and a half minutes!"
"Did he cheat? Using talismans and Telekinesis, how can someone at the Initial Stage of the Rain Listening Realm have such a large capacity Qi Sea?"
