As they spoke, the fierce battle in the arena raged on.
Li Mengchao's movements were like lightning as his hands shifted through various seals, the might of the Vajra Hand Seal on full display.
A faint golden glow emanated from his palms. At times, they came crashing down with immense force like great boulders; at others, they struck like vipers from cunning, indefensible angles.
Facing the combined assault of ten Dark Energy masters, he remained completely at ease. The force of his palms precisely repelled his opponents, yet he cleverly held back, for they were, after all, his own family's Elders and Guest Ministers. It would be unseemly to injure any of them.
BANG!
He slapped his palm onto the wrist of the last Guest Minister, a master at the Peak of Dark Energy. The man felt a fierce, spinning power surge through him, numbing the entire side of his body. He staggered backward and cupped his hands. "Young Master, your skills are superior. I admit defeat."
