Happy waited for dozens of seconds on the spot before a person came out slowly from the forest. He was thin, dressed in tight-fitting clothes, and with swords on his back. His eyes were long, narrow, and cold, which matched his expression.
Compared to the offline tournament, Orochimaru had become much thinner, but his qi had become much stronger. He was enveloped in a chill that caused others to become afraid of him. His gaze was cold, and his eyes shone with a wary and solemn light.
"We meet again." Orochimaru's first sentence was spoken in a very indifferent tone. Some of his killing intent was gone, and he sounded much more level-headed and calm.
"Yes, we meet again."
Happy curled up his lips slightly.
Both of them sounded calm. If it were not for the previous scene, anyone who was not familiar with the two would definitely think that they were two friends who had not met each other for a long time.
