Feng Luotian and Xiu Yao took their new positions.
To Luotian's right, He Zhan looked uneasy. He parted his lips, then seemed unable to find the words.
He had complained when Xiu Yao reached the arena first. At the time, watching the match sounded like a useful way to judge his own chances. Now he had watched it to the end, and the person who won was sitting beside him, close enough to answer the challenge he had been so eager to make.
He Chuan noticed her brother's action and joked: "Didn't you want to fight him, my beloved brother? If you challenge him now, he might not refuse."
He Zhan glared at his sister.
They both could clearly estimate Luotian's power from the previous match. Also, the result spoke for itself. They could not even defeat Xiu Yao. How could they hope to beat someone even stronger than that?
