However, he controlled this power perfectly, like a spring breeze brushing against willow branches, gentle yet powerful, merely subduing his opponents without harming their lives. In an instant, silhouettes flashed and intertwined within the tent, resembling countless phantoms dancing.
The roars of the wrestlers, the howling wind brought by Shi Feiyang's moves, and the rapid, tense breathing of the people interwove into a thrilling and captivating symphony, resonating the strongest notes of this fierce battle.
Gugela's gaze was fixed intently on Shi Feiyang's figure, never leaving him for a moment. Her heart rose and fell with Shi Feiyang's every move, her eyes full of tension and anticipation, her entire world tethered to Shi Feiyang.
Shi Feiyang suddenly spun around, and in an instant, it seemed as if the surrounding air was driven by his motion, forming a powerful air current.
