Tipping Over

The red-robed Elder represented the officials and ended the hundred-win challenge for today.

Many spectators were dissatisfied by this action, and some places broke out into chaos. Many could see that the officials just wanted to drag it out and give themselves time to come up with a way to deal with Zhao Feng.

_He’s indeed worthy of being the captain._

Li Yunya sighed in his heart.

In the corner of the arena:

“Winning 30 battles, each with just one move. If it wasn’t for the fact that the officials stopped things here, it’s very likely that he could win 50 or 60 at once.”

Ye Moyu was dazed. Even he didn’t have the ability to make the officials forcefully stop his challenge.

“Then let’s wait till tomorrow.”

Zhao Feng’s figure flashed and appeared next to Li Yunya.

Many gazes looked toward the two, and Zhao Feng could feel the Eternally Sealed Palace Lord’s gaze.