Li Changqing's expression also turned grim, because they all saw the disparity in strength between Qing Chen and Miao Qifeng; Qing Chen might die at any moment.
She said coldly, "Now."
In the stands, a youngster at the slope hurriedly moved, intending to head towards the Octagon cage; she was one of the top fighters under Li Changqing's command, Elder Six, tasked with keeping Qing Chen alive tonight.
However, just as she thought about moving, someone lightly placed two fingers on her shoulder from behind. A middle-aged man wearing a white tracksuit said with a smile, "Don't move, don't turn around, or you'll die."
Elder Six stiffened, not daring to look back at the identity of the person, only feeling the two fingers on her shoulder weigh a ton, rendering her immobile!
She couldn't understand what level of strength the person behind her possessed to exert such oppressive force on her, as if there was a mountain behind her, snow-capped and threatening to avalanche at any moment.