"Since that's settled, we'll take our leave. We'll see you on the day of the duel." Han Ning noticed Wutuo's expression growing increasingly grim and decided it was time to make a quick exit.
It wasn't Wutuo's strength he feared, but the foul stench clinging to the man.
Shui Rui nodded. "Alright. The duel is scheduled for nine in the morning two days from now. Please gather at the entrance of Tingchao Pavilion an hour beforehand."
"No problem."
While Shui Rui went to deal with Wutuo, Han Ning and the others made a swift exit from the arena.
Once they were out the main gate, they all took a long, deep breath in near-perfect unison before letting it out in a whoosh.
"That was disgusting. I have no idea how Shui Rui and her sister can stand that smell." Lin Tianhe rubbed his face, then asked out of curiosity,
"By the way, Mengting, what was that back there? How did you predict the attack trajectory of his Soul Technique?"
