Zhao Geng Nian tried as much as he could but he couldn't sense any Spirit Qi that changed the course of the match.
Lu, the Qing Feng Sect disciple, was so close to winning.
His glance turned into a stare as he searched around for anyone or anything that was suspicious.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out anything.
The Formation Array for the competition stage only did what it was supposed to do.
There weren't any Artifacts or Talismans that could have done anything.
And lastly, Sima Yu sitting opposite didn't do anything all along.
All around him, the spectators were in a foul mood except for him.
They have lost their bet on the Qing Feng Sect disciple.
"Heh. Fortunately, I have the foresight to bet some on Sima Yi as insurance. After all, the Sima Family Golden Armor is something to be wary of."
"What? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"You are saying this only because you've won for this match. Can't say the same about the other matches."
