"Don't worry, I trust their abilities."
Long Zaitian's tone was calm, his gaze flickering as he fixedly stared at the duel of the two young kings on the screen.
Fang Yizheng's face turned dark; the basement was filled with powerful electrical currents. If one of them were accidentally hit by these currents, it would be a catastrophe from which not even deities could save them. The death of either would not bode well for the Martial Arts Alliance.
Especially Lin Zifeng, whom Fang Yizheng had now mentally considered his disciple. If he had to watch his disciple get electrocuted like this, the lineage of Ancient Martial Tai Chi might really become extinct—
...
At this moment, the basement was filled with sparks; after the electric grid destroyed by Zhan Long fell into the Black Water, the entire basement was saturated with strong electric currents, thousands of purple electric arcs snaking around like dragons.
