The setting sun dyed the competition arena scarlet red, and the air smelled of dust and sweat. The laughter in the stands hit us like a heat wave:
"You don't even have a glimmer of fighting spirit, but you dare to go to the stage of life and death?"
"Master Wayne's tidal fighting spirit has turned blue, this kid can't survive three moves!"
Ling Yan was lowering his head and tightening his wristband, turning a deaf ear to the noise. It wasn't until the referee called start that he raised his eyes - Wayne's boxing wind had already surged in front of him with blue fighting spirit like a tide.
No one could see what was happening.
Ling Yan just turned sideways, raised his hand, and placed his index finger precisely on the inside of Wayne's wrist. The surging blue fighting spirit suddenly disappeared like a burst bubble with a pop. Unable to stop himself, Wayne stumbled and fell to the ground, looking at his empty hands in shock.
Ling Yan bent down and picked up the pebbles that had just fallen out of the soles of his shoes. There was deathly silence in the stands, and he heard his own calm voice:
"The Lord Knight's fighting spirit seems to be out of balance today?"
Wayne's face turned pale. Only he knew that at that moment, the Dou Qi nodes that had been running in his body for many years were completely disrupted.
Ling Yan twirled the stones on his fingertips, and the dust fell. He looked at the surprised and uncertain faces in the stands, and a hint of coldness flashed in his heart. The fighting spirit that is regarded as a god in this continent turns out to be full of flaws in the face of the "deconstruction" of supernatural powers.
This scene is more interesting than imagined.
