Not All Rookies Are Soft Persimmons!

"Can't pass." Wang Ye's mind was crystal clear.

Although Sanqi's final bloodline eruption had injured Yan Fanxing, it was due to catching him off guard.

Moreover, Yan Fanxing had always been lenient toward her, only defending and not attacking.

The last counterattack demonstrated his strength, the perfect combination of the path of time and supernatural abilities. If it were him, he might not be able to withstand it.

It was almost like an instant kill, and the real gap in strength was evident.

Suddenly, Wang Ye's heart skipped a beat as he turned around.

On the distant horizon, a petite black-clothed girl was faintly visible. Her sharp gaze resembled laser beams that shot straight toward them.

It passed through him and landed on Yan Fanxing, who avoided eye contact.

"...Pass," Yan Fanxing's expression changed slightly as he delivered the final verdict.

What?

Even Yan Sanqi was a bit bewildered, let alone Wang Ye.