Fein stepped forwards, a look of curiosity in his eyes.
He examined the furnace that was nothing more than ashes now and then looked at the girl at the side who was still casually waiting for him to declare her the winner. There was a cold arrogance around her that he had briefly seen when he had entered the arena but had not put it to heart about. Now, he could understand her arrogance. She was one of those people who believed in their own strength. She seemed to be one of those people who would not rashly fight with others. Yet, at this moment, he saw that impulsiveness in her eyes that made her reveal such a big trump card to him.
She was not someone who liked to be looked down on and would become impulsive if she felt like her pride had been provoked.
"That attack of yours," Fein said in a soft voice.
Cheng Xiu looked at him, curious.
"It attacks the Qi in the body."
Cheng Xiu looked at him in surprise and then nodded.