"Feifei is going to lose!" Wang Lan suddenly said indifferently. The battle had reached a point where Hu Feifei was clearly at her limit, yet the Mudaoren opposite her remained calm and collected. In terms of strength, the Mudaoren was at a higher level than Hu Feifei, and his Star Martial Skills were also more exquisite than Feifei's.
There was no such thing as luck in this battle. If the Mudaoren did not make a mistake, there was no chance for Hu Feifei. Previously, Mudaoren had not made any mistakes, and at this moment, it was even less likely for him to err.
Not long after Wang Lan's words, Hu Feifei indeed found herself in dangerous straits.
But suddenly, an anomaly occurred in the arena. Unnoticed by anyone, a shadow turned into a wisp of black smoke and eerily appeared on the stage, instantly forming a figure in a black robe.
The appearance of the shadow abruptly caused the rhythm of the match to pause, and all eyes were fixed on this mysteriously emerged figure in black.
