"Senior Brother Fang is here."
A sharp-eyed Qingxuan Sect disciple suddenly called out.
Everyone followed the sound and saw Fang Han, dressed in a silver-striped cyan robe with a longsword at his waist, approaching at a slow pace.
His expression was placid as his gaze swept across the arena, finally landing on Lei Gang.
The once-noisy scene fell silent in an instant.
All eyes focused on him, filled with curiosity, scrutiny, anticipation, and even a hint of schadenfreude.
Seeing that the man of the hour had finally appeared, Lei Gang sized Fang Han up and down. The disdain in his eyes grew thicker as he snorted.
"Fang Han, you finally decided to show yourself? You've kept me waiting! I thought you didn't dare to accept the challenge and were going to hide like a coward in your shell!"
Fang Han walked to the center of the arena and stopped about thirty feet from Lei Gang. He didn't get angry at the taunt, only speaking coolly.
