A small dispute [5]

Zhao Tian raised his gaze to look at Lei Feng, who was visibly trembling after witnessing Wei Liang's merciless end.

Fear gripped Lei Feng's heart as he took a step back, his eyes darting around the arena, searching for a way out. 

Then, in an instant, Lei Feng made his decision.

Panic overtook him as he turned, and his body blurred as he shot into the air, soaring high above the arena in a desperate bid to flee. 

Hm? Zhao Tian's gaze condensed and he quickly dashed into the air, following him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Lei Feng muttered under his breath, his voice trembling.

His heart pounded as he pushed himself to his limits, the wind whipping against his face. 

The disciples who were watching also raised their gaze to look at the sky.

"I will just escape from here-" *flick*

With a blur in space, Zhao Tian appeared in front of Lei Feng and kicked Lei Feng right in the face.