Then high noon sun was blazing intensely hot, as the world was enveloped by a bright light.
Two days had passed since the round of thirty-two, and today was the round of sixteen. Right now, the area below the tree where the tournament was held was packed with people.
A bustling and boisterous atmosphere enshrouded the place.
Seated amongst the many spectators, Han Yufei quietly gazed in the direction of where the tournament stage was.
Replays of Ren's match against Kimor flashed across his mind as his fists clenched tightly.
'…I was right in admitting defeat to him last time.'
The reason why he had given up when fighting Ren was because he felt that he was holding back when fighting against him. Turns out his speculation was correct.
Ren had truly been holding back when fighting him.