In the crowd of spectators outside the arena, most were focused on the popular contenders, so Feng Hao's situation didn't attract much attention.
But on the high platform for spectators, countless gazes witnessed this scene. Jing Lou and the other VIPs present that day all turned to the Thief Master with looks of surprise and doubt.
"Such a fierce attack. This young thief is a bit strange," Jing Lou said, his voice full of surprise and uncertainty.
The Thief Master sneered, "Of course he's strange. Your eye for talent is leagues below mine."
"Yes, yes, of course." Jing Lou nodded awkwardly and asked with curiosity, "Still, it's quite strange for someone at level 38 to possess such strength. Could it be he has a special bloodline?"
The Thief Master simply smiled without answering, tacitly confirming Jing Lou's speculation.
