Even the Honorable Sir Tianqi could not help but frown, clearly feeling mildly troubled. Noticing the expression on his face, Bai Xiangtian was even more confident of the result. His initially arrogant and cold old face was now painted with an utterly complacent color.
Time rolled on, and soon one burning incense was about to be burned out. The two opponents in the arena began to pant in exhaustion.
By this time, Qingyun was not as capable of resisting Qingling's attacks as he had been during the start of the battle. He was forced to defend himself and did not have the chance to fight back.
This was the difference between a long-time high-level Martial King and one who had just recently broken through to the rank.
"Sigh, let's just watch the other arenas. It's not even the least bit unclear on who will win or lose here. It's not interesting at all."
The spectators shook their heads and turned around to watch the other fights.
