Happy Valley.
Ling Yiyi was pissed.
There was no referee and no introductions. They had no need for them.
When they finished exchanging their first words, the petite Ling Yiyi hacked her ax skyward with might that could halve mountains.
A strong gust of wind blew. The spectators around them were startled into taking stepping backward, their faces pale.
They had been more than ten meters away, but their faces smarted as if cut by the wind.
The battle between the two top-tier Peak Rank-3 martial artists was not any less frightening than one between Rank-4 martial artists.
Among the million martial artists in Sino Nation, how many of them could stand on the zenith of Rank-3?
The force behind Ling Yiyi's attack was so strong it even made some Rank-4 and 5 martial artists who had come to spectate recoil.
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Fang Ping did not dare to underestimate Ling Yiyi in the slightest.