The flower was fire-attribute, and Evan Yang recognized it at a glance. Still, he had no intention of revealing his own flower—its color was so unusual it would definitely draw attention from everyone here.
So as soon as the flower spewed fire, Evan sent a surge of cold flow through his palm, instantly channeling it into Logan Cole.
Logan Cole felt as if he'd been frozen solid. The area around his fire-attribute flower began to emit mist, and in an instant, both he and Evan Yang were enveloped in a thick fog.
Everyone frowned, probing inside with their divine sense. Elder Cole called out suspiciously, "Logan, how are you holding up?"
There was no sound inside, just an eerie stillness. As the mist gradually faded, everyone saw Logan Cole lying on the ground, trembling.
"What..." The crowd exchanged bewildered looks, and Evan Yang's display of power left everyone awed.
"This guy from the Fiend Realm really isn't simple." Some commented, while Elder Cole, furious, stormed over to Evan and demanded, "What did you do to him?"
"I just threw a punch, that's all. He'll be fine after a few days' rest." Evan Yang replied with a smile.
"You—!" Elder Cole refused to believe a single punch could leave Logan Cole in such a state.
Just as Elder Cole looked ready to attack Evan Yang, Faye Gale stepped in. "He's won now, so it's time for you to honor your promise, right?"