'This kid actually has some skill?'
The surprise lasted only a moment, however. Yuwen Mingjue's expression quickly turned cold, and a silent sneer touched his lips.
Yang Jing's performance was admittedly decent. His Body Technique was nimble, his fists packed a punch, and he dispatched the exotic beast with clean efficiency.
But in Yuwen Mingjue's eyes, it was merely "decent."
At best, he was mid-tier among the disciples in the Cyan Qilin Battle. Forget comparing him to a top expert like himself; he probably couldn't even squeeze into the upper echelons.
'Kid, you'd better pray you get eliminated by someone else before you run into me,' he sneered inwardly. 'Otherwise...'
Yuwen Mingjue's gaze slowly drifted past the railing of the Cyan Qilin Platform, scanning the crowd of spectators.
When he saw Sun Ningxiang in the crowd, standing on her tiptoes with her gaze glued to Yang Jing, his face suddenly darkened, and a hint of malice flashed in his eyes.
