The second match was Chao Duan versus Liu Feiyang.
Zhao Lin walked to the edge of the arena, sizing up Liu Feiyang. 'I want to see what's so special about a Wind Attribute Cultivation Technique.'
Liu Feiyang casually swept back his long hair. Though there was no wind, his robes suddenly began to stir. Without making any discernible motion, he glided forward in a straight line for several yards, his feet seeming to skim the ground, and came to a steady stop in the center of the arena.
"Look, it's Senior Brother Liu's Catching Wind and Grasping at Shadows!"
"Such an elegant technique."
This masterful display of footwork immediately drew cheers from the spectating disciples, with those from the Southern Suppression Sect being the loudest.
From the sidelines, Zhao Lin saw it clearly: Liu Feiyang's feet were hovering just a finger's width above the ground. His glide was perfectly smooth, without the slightest tremor.
