And then there were the gazes, each one laced with killing intent and chilling hostility...
But Qin Fang ignored them all. Gone was his previous playful demeanor; his expression was now calm and composed as he walked straight onto the arena platform.
He was met with Wang Jing's complicated gaze.
"Are you… out of your mind?"
Wang Jing's question reached Qin Fang as a focused whisper.
Qin Fang's expression remained unchanged. "I'll have to trouble you again, Hundred Households," he said calmly. "But since the Rule allows it, I don't think there's anything more to discuss, is there? Please, let's begin."
Wang Jing wanted to say more.
But after opening his mouth, he simply shook his head and remained silent.
He announced, "Qin Fang of B Courtyard, number seven, challenges Fu Chen of A Courtyard, number eighteen... Will the challenged please enter the arena?"
Soon, a stony-faced Fu Chen slowly walked onto the platform, his gaze as dark and sharp as a knife.
